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The Writer Within Seedless. Not.
The Writer Within Seedless. Not. | Seedless. Not. |
| Monday, 23 February 2009 | |
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Inspired by The Parable of the Growing Seed (Mark 4:26-29) that I've heard many times from the Bible readings during the mass, read and discussed maybe once in Catechism or in my Religion class, and probably heard people preach about it a thousand times, this draft have been lying around for quite some time now. I won't be talking about the parable here but it could be something to that effect-- a seed being scattered or thrown out, a sprout coming from a seed that we weren't aware of having it sown into some ground maybe some ten or twenty years ago, could be just yesterday or maybe this morning. Let me talk about a different kind of seed. This is the kind of seed that we're spreading that we're never or not usually aware of. The kind of seed that maybe we have taken for granted or that we never really thought about. Seed that we have sown on our neighbor's field. The kind of seed that may have grown without us knowing how. The kind of seed that could come knockin' at our door and utter the word "Ma-ma" or "Da-da" a few months later. Uhh... okay, am I wandering off my point now? I am not. We do leave some seeds behind. And they grow. Whether we like it or not, they simply grow. And when we see the sprout coming out, we could either ignore it or nurture it. Ever had a bad day yet a stranger smiled at you and it kind of given you a warmth that you carried on the rest of the day? Do you have a friend right now that you've only seen in person once and yet you were bonded by that simple introduction or that simple "hello" that you've uttered some twenty years ago? Some kind of "You had me at hello," huh?! Seriously, the words that our lips utter, no matter how simple or striking they are, could make or break someone else's day. Our action, no matter how exceptionally small or glorious it is, it could change someone else's life forever. It could discourage or it could heal and give hope. We are farmers in God's precious soil. We sow the ground with seeds. And whether we are aware of it or not, a seed will be sown to anyone we encounter in the field of life. Although it may remain a mystery how one seed would grow, certainly, harvest time will come. And when that time comes, would it be nice if instead of some weeds, we'd see a flowering plant or a vine of grapes (not the sour grapes, I hope)? Be nice to people. However bad the ground is, however hopeless the state of the soil is, we'll never go wrong in leaving some good seeds behind. Some will die, some will fail, but there will always be one or two that will survive and that'll be enough to produce more seeds someday. Hmmm... Unless you think that you're seedless... you, useless farmer! *teasing* |
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