Saturday, 30 August 2014

Getting in the way

GospelMatthew 16:21-27 

Jesus began to make it clear to his disciples that he was destined to go to Jerusalem and suffer grievously at the hands of the elders and chief priests and scribes, to be put to death and to be raised up on the third day. Then, taking him aside, Peter started to remonstrate with him. ‘Heaven preserve you, Lord;’ he said ‘this must not happen to you.’ But he turned and said to Peter, ‘Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle in my path, because the way you think is not God’s way but man’s.’
  Then Jesus said to his disciples, ‘If anyone wants to be a follower of mine, let him renounce himself and take up his cross and follow me. For anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it. What, then, will a man gain if he wins the whole world and ruins his life? Or what has a man to offer in exchange for his life?
  ‘For the Son of Man is going to come in the glory of his Father with his angels, and, when he does, he will reward each one according to his behaviour.

To think I never used to like Peter - but I was younger then and more certain of what was right and wrong - I was probably a lot like Peter; that's often the way it works.

Peter finds it hard to follow. Peter is way beyond the age of following. He is the head of a family,  a business man and the captain of a fishing boat. Used to responsibility and harsh choices. Of a similar age to Jesus; he could have, with the business and the family, the greater standing in the community. It would be customary to regard Peter as an elder, someone to be respected, someone who you would turn to for advice and guidance.

Surely, no-one with this sense of responsibility  is going to stand by and listen to their friend lay out the plans of their own death. Peter has made some challenging changes to his life; he has stepped out of his own boat long ago to walk with this man; he stepped out of yet another boat to risk his life to this man and now he is being asked to leave another boat behind  - the boat that puts him in control of 'what should happen next'. 

  Was it only last week that Peter recognised his friend as the Son of God?  Now this week he thinks that the rock Jesus placed him on means he can decide what God can do. 

The Hebrew meaning for satan is to oppose or obstruct. Often what we want to oppose or obstruct is change or freedom. And it seems so justifiable. Love often plays outs rather than 'wanting the best' as 'knowing the best'. 

We have to imagine that not everything the world offers is wrong  - the world is, after all, full of God - but then we have to ask ourselves if sometimes we are tempted by ideas that do obstruct our following of the Way, especially when the way is dark and uncomfortable. 

Matthew speaks to his own persecuted people, surely tempted with denying their faith and their friends. Surely tempted to find another, violent or underhand way, to belong, to be accepted. 

Peter was never Satan, but the request he made - out of his sense of love - was. 

Jesus is beginning to give voice to the path he was destined to take; each word uttered out loud making it more realistic, more true. For Jesus, 'power' means the power to submit to a dream greater than his own. It's not an easy choice to make. And then to have his closest friend say  - No, you can't do this to me, You mean too much to me. You can't leave me -   must have been an even greater temptation than those on the mountaintop.

 It can be so difficult to give those you love their own freedom. 'If you love someone you let them go' - no wonder that was written by 'Anonymous' - how hard it is to do. Even harder to release them to the mystery of God's Will - why Peter struggles with the need to suffer, why we still do today. 

 Jesus doesn't turn his back on Peter, only the temptation and the show of ego that tried to put Peter in charge of Jesus' life; to second-guess God. 

Which is why he says to all of them that they must renounce themselves -not who they are in God's eyes - but who they are in their own eyes and the eyes of the world.  

The cross is heavy enough without trying to balance ego and ambition - one or the other will topple - which is up to you. 

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Sunday, 24 August 2014

Carved with faith


Sunday Gospel - Matthew 16:13-20

When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi he put this question to his disciples, ‘Who do people say the Son of Man is?’ And they said, ‘Some say he is John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.’ ‘But you,’ he said ‘who do you say I am?’ Then Simon Peter spoke up, ‘You are the Christ,’ he said, ‘the Son of the living God.’ Jesus replied, ‘Simon son of Jonah, you are a happy man! Because it was not flesh and blood that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven. So I now say to you: You are Peter and on this rock I will build my Church. And the gates of the underworld can never hold out against it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven: whatever you bind on earth shall be considered bound in heaven; whatever you loose on earth shall be considered loosed in heaven.’ Then he gave the disciples strict orders not to tell anyone that he was the Christ.

Jesus is still leading the disciples into a bit of a twilight zone; a withdrawal from all they know. A withdrawal from what Jesus himself knows. Whilst there may be traders among them it was considered preferable to stay close to their own Temple not the temples of Syrian and Roman gods.

The region of Caesarea Philippi would have been one of those places you talked about or knew people from, a place of hearsay. Jesus chooses to bring his disciples to the feet of one of the greatest displays of gentile culture and spiritual endeavour.The city, built high on top of an escarpment, crowned by a marble temple to the godhead of Caesar. The vertical rock incised with shrines and altars displaying the wealth of the city for all to see. The region was also known as Panias - the place of the pagan god Pan - another son, another shepherd. A sight to behold - even if they never set foot in it.

There, in front of all the decadence of this alternative culture and spiritual practices, Jesus realises that his mission has more than one dimension; more than one language; more that one flock of lost sheep. Needing their consciousness to deepen, Jesus asks the disciples to say who he is.

Not to drag a name from scripture or scribe nor to rely on tradition or prophecy. To search their hearts and minds, to put a name to what they have witnessed and experienced. To own the relationship that exists between them and this friend who called God his father.

Like the disciples, we can spend a great deal of time outside the faith of our youth. It's an easy business to identity our faith by the totems of what we know - prayers, rituals, saints and angels. A childish faith will has its own sense of certainty and superiority until challenged by all the world has to offer. Then the question is 'What is important? What is the relationship that has come to me through faith?'

For Simon, who is seemingly bedazzled by his friendship with Jesus, there is nothing that is good enough except the words that the Spirit draws from his mouth. Jesus has made his faith live. He knows that what he has seen and experienced is beyond sorcery or trickery. Through a friendship that has become more important than boats, or temples or even family, one title emerges - Son of the Living God. And Simon's reward is to be re-named.

The disciples may have been mesmerised by the ornate carvings in a vast escarpment of solid rock. Peter stands as a man, a leader speaking for a small band of believers. Yet faith has marked him. Carved into him a new way of being. A new building tradition has begun. Neither the Temple at Jerusalem or Caesar's monument mean anything next to the living stones of witness.

Within a few decades of this event the Temple has been destroyed, the shrines and altars of Caesarea Phillipii will be faint tracings in the wasteland strata of the Golan Heights - the statues and finery erased by time. 


Peter is the first, but not the last.  In time  the living stones, the family of God, have held together, bonded in faith throughout the centuries and across the ends of the earth.



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Saturday, 16 August 2014

Who sees who cares?

Sunday Gospel - Matthew 15:21-28 


Jesus left Gennesaret and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. Then out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, ‘Sir, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.’ But he answered her not a word. And his disciples went and pleaded with him. ‘Give her what she wants,’ they said ‘because she is shouting after us.’ He said in reply, ‘I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.’ But the woman had come up and was kneeling at his feet. ‘Lord,’ she said ‘help me.’ He replied, ‘It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the house-dogs.’ She retorted, ‘Ah yes, sir; but even house-dogs can eat the scraps that fall from their master’s table.’ Then Jesus answered her, ‘Woman, you have great faith. Let your wish be granted.’ And from that moment her daughter was well again.



A friend of mine tries to convince me that this is a set-up. That Jesus has full knowledge of his ministry and this includes seemingly chaotic scenes like this. They tell me that Jesus has something to prove and this is how he does it. 


I find it hard to believe. I find it hard because Jesus is human and what is divine about him would have never said 'no' in the first place. The whole point of Jesus' life, is to find the relationship that knits together his humanity and his divinity. The same reason that any of us live a 'life'.


I find it hard to believe because Jesus has been raised in a culture that rejects outsiders. And whilst Jesus may know in his heart that this is not what his Father intends,  his reaction is still one of a man outside his comfort zone. 


Jesus has 'withdrawn' to Tyre, to a place of pagan worship, to a place where he should not have to deal with either the accusations or the entreaties. Unfortunately, perhaps, his fame had gone before him and the rumours were beginning to flow about the stranger and his entourage - a little too far from home. 


In modern day parlance, the woman is a long-term carer. She is a mother whose daughter has multiple and complex needs. The demon that inhabits her daughter actually torments them both, tearing at their health and well being. The weariness of the relentless routine of feeding, washing, restraining and reassuring will have taken its toll. The energy-sapping battles tending hysteria and manic outbursts leave them both teetering on the edge of sanity. 

There will be plenty of spells and cures among the pagan altars. Perhaps she has tried them all. Doubtless, she is at the end of her tether and hanging on, only by the wiry strength of maternal will-power. Willing to clutch at any straw the universe throws her. Even a preacher from the wrong side of the sea.     

Asking for pity is the mark of a person with nothing left to bargain with. Pity may get a prayer, a sacrifice, a chance. His first response - nothing -  suggests that she has the wrong man. Her instincts tell her otherwise. Her frustration is let loose and who cares who hears it? 


But it is simply a source of embarrassment. Clearly, the disciples have been trying not to draw attention to themselves. It's in frustration they ask Jesus to give her what they would have denied any other foreigner. And he still says 'no' because it's not fair on those he had been promised to. 


Now the woman has a focus - she has lived with 'not fair' for long enough. 'Not fair' means nothing. What is 'fair' in her life? In her daughter's torment? In the exasperated huffs of the disciples, in the disregard of the man she has witnessed as a Holy Man? 

It may come across the page as 'banter' but these lines are full of desperation and passion. This woman has no pride left, no ego, her soul is laid bare. Preternaturally, her words return to the other shore and to the baskets of scraps left after the sheep of Israel had had their fill.

 'Lord, give me the scraps.' 

From her place in the sand this is an outburst of prayer not defiance. And her prayer is answered.

This gospel shows that Jesus learns about faith from the people that he encounters. Jesus is sometimes the student and it is his lesson that we learn, walking alongside him. Jesus didn't know the answer. As he has told us before, only the Father knows all. Once his attention had been grabbed, he asked meaningful questions and practiced compassionate listening. He celebrated her strength and returned it back to her in the healing of her daughter - the healing of herself. And Jesus learns that his Father loves all those who are lost. 

Maybe we also learn that there are those in our communities who need the same care. Those who are weary of life. Those who are weary of the life they are in. Those we quickly walk by or pretend not to hear. Those whose issues keep us from getting on with our own lives; who throw unwelcome images and experiences at us until we can't pretend any more.

Can we make room in our lives to stop? 

Not to throw back our advice and opinions but to listen with compassion. To honour suffering and weariness and distress and to acknowledge the courage and determination that is carried with it. And when there seems nothing to offer, to offer ourselves - even a scrap of ourselves -  as witnesses and perhaps, as something more. Offering our time and our hearts in fellowship and faith. 


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Sunday, 10 August 2014

Defying the Odds


Matthew 14:22-33 


Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side while he would send the crowds away. After sending the crowds away he went up into the hills by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, while the boat, by now far out on the lake, was battling with a heavy sea, for there was a head-wind. In the fourth watch of the night he went towards them, walking on the lake, and when the disciples saw him walking on the lake they were terrified. ‘It is a ghost’ they said, and cried out in fear. But at once Jesus called out to them, saying, ‘Courage! It is I! Do not be afraid.’ It was Peter who answered. ‘Lord,’ he said ‘if it is you, tell me to come to you across the water.’ ‘Come’ said Jesus. Then Peter got out of the boat and started walking towards Jesus across the water, but as soon as he felt the force of the wind, he took fright and began to sink. ‘Lord! Save me!’ he cried. Jesus put out his hand at once and held him. ‘Man of little faith,’ he said ‘why did you doubt?’ And as they got into the boat the wind dropped. The men in the boat bowed down before him and said, ‘Truly, you are the Son of God.’

   

When I was very small, so long ago  'old money'  was involved, there was an annual school charity project to support the third world. Each class would be given a poster representing Jacob's ladder and each student would be given a paper cutout of an Asian, South American or African child that would sit at the bottom rung of the ladder until a penny was provided to move it up the ladder, one rung at a time, and into heaven. It was the one time of the year that I knew our family was poor. My 'baby' never, ever made it to heaven. Whilst other classmates had whole nurseries of angelic children, me and a few others would see their babies hover neither here or there. In a time when Limbo was, superstitiously,  considered a probability I worried one from one year to the other about the ones I hadn't 'saved'. 

At the time. children's spirituality, like education, was a case of being told what to think. I told the teacher about my worries. The reply was that it was my problem that I had not saved, begged or earned enough and how would I have felt if that 'baby' had been me? I was eight or nine. Catholic guilt started early in those days. 


I don't know why but it has lived with me ever since. Overwhelming at times and a struggle to let go of all the self-worthcontrol and failure issues that the memory revisits. 

The recent atrocities that are going on around the world has reminded me of those paper icons. Posts on social media, news items, email notifications challenge my perceived discipleship. The future world of my own grandchildren is at stake as much as the present world of the little ones lost each day. And the world seems frozen, unable to act. I feel unable to act.

In the gospel, Jesus is set on stirring people. The 'crowd', satiated and made well, sit complacently at his feet and are dismissed, having to make the walk home that will leave them hungry again - and then what? 


The disciples,  sitting back on their, by association, laurels yet again, need to be reminded that there are others who are waiting to experience the good news - and so what?

It doesn't even take that long to cross the Galilee - two hours or so - suggesting that the disciples have been reluctant to complete the journey. Perhaps they were replenishing their larder from the deep. Then the storm hits. The fishermen should have noticed the signs. Maybe they did, but thought they could cope. Into a head wind they couldn't use the sail so they would have rowed - and rowed for hours to still be at it at fourth watch. At least twelve strong men, at least four experienced boatmen; surely working together they could have made some headway. Jesus watching from the hill must have been perplexed. Were they together, arms straining to follow a steady beat as the oar fought the waves? Or were they arguing and blaming, doubting themselves and doubting, yet again, the direction in which Jesus is sending them? The shrieks of fear suggest the latter. 

The whole world feels like that boat at the moment. A storm of raging and mindless violence threatens and assails the very existence of a civilised society. Diplomacy and reconciliation have taken residence on a far off shore that we are being driven further and further away from. Practical help seems a drop in a ocean; reasoning -futile. Signing petitions, sponsoring projects, sharing media information feels like straining at the oars. It feels that we are helpless; that God is a ghost of a dream - that we are on our own now. 

At that final moment, when Peter realises he could lose his life and the lives of his friends; he also realises that he cannot save himself. 

Peter is a doubter in a boat full of doubters who, for a moment, walks in complete faith. And whilst faith doesn't last, when Peter calls - Jesus is there, the strong hand to a drowning man. And then, as Jesus enters their lives again, everyone is made safe.

Peter is often portrayed as the one who gets it wrong. What he gets right, what he teaches us,  is that when all seems lost - hope, trust, pray


Give me courage.

Call me to you.

Lord, do what I cannot do. 

Save me.

Save them.



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Monday, 4 August 2014

The one who hungers

Sunday Gospel - Matthew 14:13-21

When Jesus received the news of John the Baptist’s death he withdrew by boat to a lonely place where they could be by themselves. But the people heard of this and, leaving the towns, went after him on foot. So as he stepped ashore he saw a large crowd; and he took pity on them and healed their sick.

When evening came, the disciples went to him and said, ‘This is a lonely place, and the time has slipped by; so send the people away, and they can go to the villages to buy themselves some food.’ Jesus replied, ‘There is no need for them to go: give them something to eat yourselves.’ But they answered ‘All we have with us is five loaves and two fish.’ ‘Bring them here to me’ he said. He gave orders that the people were to sit down on the grass; then he took the five loaves and the two fish, raised his eyes to heaven and said the blessing. And breaking the loaves handed them to his disciples who gave them to the crowds. They all ate as much as they wanted, and they collected the scraps remaining; twelve baskets full. Those who ate numbered about five thousand men, to say nothing of women and children.


An important event marked by the fact that it is in all the gospels. Being in all the gospels doesn't mean that the authors agree on one version though. The five thousand are fed but behind the scenes the mood is a variable one.

A sombre tone to begin with. The news of John the Baptist seems like a by-the-by read from the lectern. But this is Jesus' cousin; a holy one of God; a friend and a role model. Together with their followers, they have been walking the same path; challenging the same authorities.

Perhaps it strikes Jesus more fully, the road he has chosen. And not only him but these people he has drawn around him.

Counsellors and psychologists tell us that grief needs time. The stages of grief toss and turn until some acceptance is reached. What would you expect from anyone caught up in life's busyness until the knock on the door that brings bad news?

Jesus withdraws - pulls away from the story-telling and the radical teaching.

He had left the people to grieve for his loss and his sadness. Overwhelmed by grief and fear, he had come - not to a place of spiritual solitude - but to a lonely place. A place apart, a place for the anxious heart to feel abandoned.

Only to be met by the sorrows of others. And like many of us trying to deal with the many faces of grief - Jesus is asked to put on the 'brave' one. For, in reality, life goes on - if not for you then for everyone else.

This first line is what has captured me this year. In a bright, almost Mediterranean summer, I am  looking forward to spending time with family and friends. Praying for this and that to make my life easier.


All the time the news has rained down sorrow upon sorrow, death upon death, tragedy upon tragedy. And I think about the helplessness of God seeing creation exploited, teachings ignored, spirit dismissed. I feel the suffering of women and children who number far more than 5000.  I feel the humanity of Jesus still echoing the emotional turmoil of it all.   In this morning's rain I feel God's sorrow over-spilling, nourishing the land in spite of grief. Overblown roses holding tears for a world that God has never turned away from. 

And I think carefully about what I am going to pray for today.

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Sunday, 27 July 2014

Nothing really matters


Sunday Gospel

Matthew 13:44-52



Jesus said to the crowds, ‘The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field which someone has found; he hides it again, goes off happy, sells everything he owns and buys the field.

‘Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls; when he finds one of great value he goes and sells everything he owns and buys it.

‘Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a dragnet cast into the sea that brings in a haul of all kinds. When it is full, the fishermen haul it ashore; then, sitting down, they collect the good ones in a basket and throw away those that are no use. This is how it will be at the end of time: the angels will appear and separate the wicked from the just to throw them into the blazing furnace where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth.

‘Have you understood all this?’ They said, ‘Yes.’ And he said to them, ‘Well then, every scribe who becomes a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a householder who brings out from his storeroom things both new and old.’


Matthew rebukes the unbelievers for not paying attention. And in Matthew's account there is only one punishment for not paying attention. That eventually you will burn with unfufilled hope and rage with the pangs of eternal grief. Yet Matthew is full of motifs that may have spoken to the people of the time but mean little to our sense of understanding or experience.


The various treasures suggested by Jesus would touch the imagination of every person within the crowd. Their lives were predictable and long in tradition. The farmer, the fisherman, the trader - each a treasure-seeker in their own way. What was precious spoke to every generation with both a familiarity and an unreachability. Somewhere in every life, no matter how mundane, was the possibility of the 'one thing'.

I wonder how the Kingdom of Heaven would be described now.

In many ways, we have departed from the vocational and physical seeking in life. We are consumers with an understanding - like the Rich Young Man - that money can buy whatever we need. What is our 'one thing'? Problem may be that there are too many of them and they are all transitory. Too often we are rushed from one task to another; from one upgrade to another; from one latest model to another. Most of what we achieve is obsolete as we acquire it.

How do we ever learn what is most precious? What could we not live without?

Maybe it is whatever Jesus has - the pearl of wisdom, compassion, love. The eagerness to live for his Father and to die for strangers. The humility to kneel at the feet of his followers and the integrity to stand against injustice.

Yet that treasure of humility and sacrifice did not come out of the blue. It came out of the life that Jesus lived - in poverty, as a refugee, out of Nazareth, on the road.

It was in the toil and the sweat of the ordinary life that Jesus found his worth. In the step upon step, stone upon stone, word upon word, day upon everyday of life that Jesus came to his knowledge of the Kingdom. He is often accused of of doing nothing - as many moments in our own lives feel like nothing.

Yet fields must be dug, nets must be thrown, trade must be made, life must be lived. People must be loved. Relationships must be tested. Faith must be fed. Discernment can only be made in light of experience. Sifting through the mundane fragments that life throws up - measuring one against another. That God is in all things is perhaps the greatest pearl of all.

The treasure rises out of the everyday.


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Sunday, 20 July 2014

The Third Day

Gospel
Matthew 13:24-43 


Jesus put another parable before the crowds, ‘The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field. While everybody was asleep his enemy came, sowed darnel all among the wheat, and made off. When the new wheat sprouted and ripened, the darnel appeared as well. The owner’s servants went to him and said, “Sir, was it not good seed that you sowed in your field? If so, where does the darnel come from?” “Some enemy has done this” he answered. And the servants said, “Do you want us to go and weed it out?” But he said, “No, because when you weed out the darnel you might pull up the wheat with it. Let them both grow till the harvest; and at harvest time I shall say to the reapers: First collect the darnel and tie it in bundles to be burnt, then gather the wheat into my barn.”’
  He put another parable before them, ‘The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed which a man took and sowed in his field. It is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it has grown it is the biggest shrub of all and becomes a tree so that the birds of the air come and shelter in its branches.’
  He told them another parable, ‘The kingdom of heaven is like the yeast a woman took and mixed in with three measures of flour till it was leavened all through.’
  In all this Jesus spoke to the crowds in parables; indeed, he would never speak to them except in parables. This was to fulfil the prophecy:
I will speak to you in parables
and expound things hidden since the foundation of the world.
Then, leaving the crowds, he went to the house; and his disciples came to him and said, ‘Explain the parable about the darnel in the field to us.’ He said in reply, ‘The sower of the good seed is the Son of Man. The field is the world; the good seed is the subjects of the kingdom; the darnel, the subjects of the evil one; the enemy who sowed them, the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; the reapers are the angels. Well then, just as the darnel is gathered up and burnt in the fire, so it will be at the end of time. The Son of Man will send his angels and they will gather out of his kingdom all things that provoke offences and all who do evil, and throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth. Then the virtuous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Listen, anyone who has ears!’


With a new arrival to scripture group, we talked again about how the texts can be interpreted. The fear continues with some people that interpretation is wrong. A simple faith, that Jesus asks for, would not be asking questions or stating opinions.   

Rather, it's a childlike faith that we are asked to have and, given the curiosity, blunt honesty and top-of-the voice observations that my grandchildren are wont to express, then questions and interpretations are the necessary stitching of the library that we call the Bible. 

Certainly, one overall observation of the Gospels is that, sometime, it tells us more about the writer than Jesus himself. Jesus, as is often the case, is allowed to become a mirror for our failings and fallings. 

This week and last, we see the Jesus of vengeance, sitting rubbing his hands with glee over a pot of wailing and gnashing teeth. Ah, said the scripture group, surely there are some people who are going to end up in hell? We can't pretend that everyone will get to heaven - no matter what.

Let's ask Matthew who he thinks won't be getting to heaven. In Jerusalem,- about the time of this gospel - Christians were still the followers of the Way - a reform group in the Temple. Preaching Jesus as the Messiah and the Kingdom that is on earth. Most institutions can bear with a few people who live on the boundaries and challenge the status quo. But the Way is gathering force and the traditionalists are feeling uncomfortable so they are given a choice. Come back to our way of thinking or make your own 'Way'. Exile does not sit easy with the Jewish people - it has happened too often. For the people of Matthew's time this was a betrayal of everything that they believed their scripture had led them to. It was more than a matter of interpretation.

The parable of the wheat and the darnel is not unique to Jesus. Parables were the teaching stories of the culture, like Aesop and his fables. Wheat and darnel are both annual grasses. Darnel used be regarded as the only poisonous grass - causing a sense of drunkenness and sometimes far worse . Science now shows that the toxic effects are caused by a fungus- ergot -  which affects the plant itself. Both wheat and darnel are very similar when young and green - almost impossible to tell apart - but as wheat ripens to gold, darnel turns black making it easy to pick out. Proving that Jesus and the teachers of the time have an intimate knowledge of the world that surrounds them.

The Temple could have told this story to justify picking out Jesus' followers from the community. Matthew turns the tables - who is to say that we are not the wheat?  And that those who deny us - and those who, in fear of exclusion,  returned to their Jewish faith - are they not the darnel? 

And what would we like to do to those who deny us...?

And to those who who not fit in with our thinking...?

And to those parts within us that seem out of place or destructive   ?

Give them time perhaps?

Darnel is not evil. Just a plant in the wrong place. 

Jesus tells us that sometimes the right thing to do is to let it be; let the world run its course; let the sun rise and set on all things equally; be patient. 

And in the harvest?

What is useless will fade...

What is good will feed...

Only time, and the God of all Creation, will tell.


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