Of course I have heard the story about the good soil many times, but never saw the deeper meaning until Sunday.
“Other seed fell on good soil and bore fruit, in one case a yield of one hundred to one, in another case a yield of sixty to one, and in another case a yield of thirty to one. Everyone who has ears should pay attention.”
Those raised on a farm as I was, know that the ground cannot be planted until a plow goes through it. A plow is not gentle. It cuts through the soil, turns it upside down and inside out, exposing the dirt. Worms crawl through it and are eaten by birds.
Those of us working for women’s equality are often told that we must be peaceful in what we say and do. But peace will not come until the plow has plowed its way through the soil, exposing what lies beneath it to the air.
Of course Jesus was probably talking about Himself. He certainly ran the plow through the field, turning everything upside down, exposing the soil to the air so it could begin to accept the seed to grow and flourish.
Will you run the plow through this dirt of male headship? Will you expose it to the air, letting the sunshine make it ready for the good seed to grow