Weeds in the Wheat

Let them grow together until the harvest; then at harvest time I will say to the harvesters, “First collect the weeds and tie them into bundles for burning but gather the wheat into my barn.” Matthew 13:30

The parable of the wheat and the weeds from Matthews Gospel has so many lessons! This post could go a dozen different directions but as Father John read it Sunday my mind glued right to one part.  When my mind gets stuck on one little piece of scripture like that it’s usually a pretty good sign that I’m supposed to work on something! The part that really socked me was how the land owner told the servants to be patient.  What?…the enemy just wrecked his whole wheat field by scattering weeds and he said nothing of revenge or justice or retribution.  He didn’t ride his donkey into town and tell everybody who would listen about the awful thing someone had done to him.  He didn’t go all 007 and try to track down the bad guys, he just said be patient, we’ll sort it all out later.  Wow…what a lesson!  We are pretty good at recognizing the hand of God in our lives and thanking him for our blessings but how good are we at letting him be in charge of justice?  We are a society that likes to “right the wrongs” when they happen to us. 

Sr. Mary MacKillop was an Australian nun who was a brilliant teacer.  She had an infectiously joyful disposition and those around her thrived because of her love, holiness and honesty.  One of my favorite stories is about how she truly imitated the land owner in this parable.  Sr. Mary’s classrooms swelled and the students achieved brilliantly because of her enthusiasm and encouragement.  There were so many new students that another room was added to the school and a crabby old priest was summoned to teach the other class of students.  Orders were given for an achievement test to be administered to all students to determine the worth of the teachers in the diocese.  After the tests were collected, Sr. Mary’s students’ scores were amazing.  As you might expect the scores from the other class were not.  Before the tests were sealed and mailed to the bishop, the old priest switched the teacher’s names receiving full credit for the splendid scores.  Poor Sr. Mary was sent off to a dreadful assignment in the outback.  The other sisters encouraged Sr. Mary to tell the bishop what had happened but she refused and told them they were not to say anything either.  She believed that she had done what God had asked her to do and justice was not hers to serve, that was God’s business.  She refused to speak about it stating that she had absolutely no doubts that God would see to things in his way and in his time but in the meantime she would use it as a splendid opportunity to grow in humility.

Go Sr. Mary!  I know for a fact I have a long way to go if I ever want to measure up to her standard of trust in God’s judgment.   I suppose I should begin with the person who drives like a nut in traffic and cuts me off.  Or, I could start with the impatient person who snatches the parking spot I’ve patiently waited for and “claimed” with my blinker. I’m willing to bet that I won’t have to look very hard to find several places in my daily life that I could be more like the land owner and his field.  I can think of several folks who could use a little more patience from me.  Who knows, if I was a little more patient instead of running around yanking out the weeds of “injustice” I might discover things are a whole lot easier to sort out than I thought.  I guess I need to worry less about who put the weeds in my wheat and worry more about being patient and letting someone wiser and more loving than me sort things out.

A Seed To Plant:  Take some time this week to read the whole parable from Matthew 13:24-30. Sit still for a few minutes and identify some of the weeds in your wheat.  How and where can you demonstrate the patience of the land owner?

Blessings on your day!