From the Gospel acclamation: “The seed is the word of God, Christ is the sower; all who come to him will live for ever.”
A reading from the holy Gospel according to Matthew (Mt 13:1-9)
On that day, Jesus went out of the house and sat down by the sea. Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat down, and the whole crowd stood along the shore. And he spoke to them at length in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seed fell on the path, and birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky ground, where it had little soil. It sprang up at once because the soil was not deep, and when the sun rose it was scorched, and it withered for lack of roots. Some seed fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it. But some seed fell on rich soil, and produced fruit, a hundred or sixty or thirtyfold. Whoever has ears ought to hear.”
The familiar parable of the sower is clear in its meaning: Christ is the sower, and the place we make for him within us is for the word to sprout and grow. A common interpretation of Gospel passages that describe Jesus and the disciples in a boat is that the boat symbolizes the Church. From a boat, Jesus shares this parable to the large crowds that gather around him. The word goes out from sea to land—all land everywhere, from now until the end of time. For each type of soil that fails to make an adequate seedbed, Jesus provides an answer to the daily problems every one of his followers might have. The seed that falls on a path only to be eaten by birds: take great care to gather it and prepare it for planting. The seed that falls on rocky ground: prepare and nurture the soil so it can to take root. The seed that falls among thorns choke it; remove the tangles of daily life that obstruct and choke the word of God. Make yourselves ready, Jesus suggests, for a place where God can go to work in you to produce fruit “a hundred or sixty or thirtyfold.”
God, every time I hear this reading, I begin to think of which type of soil I am. As I listen, I realize I am every type. Often I have made little of the seed that simply lies on parched ground, exposed and uncared for as if it had no worth. Other times, I have been the rich soil, having made a place for you to provide everything I need to give glory to your name. Jeremiah excused himself for being too young to speak, but you told him, “Say not, ‘I am too young.” To whomever I send you, you shall go; whatever I command you, you shall speak. Have no fear. . . . See, I place my words in your mouth!” Lord, you know me and have a task for me today. In all my words and actions of this day, help me make a place for you to remain—so that you yourself dwell in me and place your word within me.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.