Oh, it would get worse for them. Way worse. But for now, it was bad enough. The fear. The wondering if any help would come. If they would live to see the morning. The word they used was “tortured.” That is what it was like. Not trouble. Not blasts. Torture.
The kingdom of heaven is like a sigh that contains all our sorrows and wonderings and heart-hurts, but is still heard by God as the most eloquent prayer.
In today’s gospel Jesus speaks again of seeds. Good seeds that the farmer, the one who represents the kingdom of heaven, has planted; only the farmer’s workers have discovered that there are weeds sprouting among the wheat sprouts.
God sends the rain and snow to water the earth to accomplish God’s great purpose: providing food. Seeds for those who sow seeds, which grow into plants and fruits and grain, harvested and made into bread for us who eat.
Plenty of sin to go around. More than enough of, as Paul put it, “this body of death.”
We who are God’s people have special responsibilities to the truth: to seek it out and to speak it. Kindly, if at all possible.
Suffering is abounding. As is sin.
Goodness is what today’s readings are all about. God brings about goodness through God’s ordering of creation.
You can guide where water is poured, at times, but you can’t determine the exact path each molecule will take. It will trickle this way one time, another way the next. When each of us were baptized, the pastor called on God’s Holy Spirit to be poured out on us.
How can we know such a hidden God? Do we wait for the clouds to part, so we can catch a glimpse?