Planting Weeds

Matthew 13:3-9 (3)And he told them many things in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow. (4)And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them. (5)Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, since they had no depth of soil, (6)but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away. (7)Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. (8)Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. (9)He who has ears, let him hear.”(ESV)

This might be one of the most famous parables in the bible. The sower had one job which was to throw the seeds anywhere where seeds might grow. His job wasn’t to judge the quality of the soil. It was simply to throw the seeds. He had to trust that the seeds were prepared and ready to do what it was designed to do. Not all seeds are good. In Matthew 13:24-25 we read, ‘(24)He put another parable before them, saying, “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field, (25)but while his men were sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and went away.”’(ESV)

A weed comes from a seed the same as the good seeds that were sown in the field of Matthew 13:24. The weeds rob the good seeds of what they need to grow to their full potential. The weeds can choke out the value of an entire field of good seed.

This brings us to the point of the message today. Every word we speak is a seed. Good or bad, every word is a seed. Now, consider the double-edged sword of this analogy. When we’re called by the Holy Spirit to speak, our words—our seeds—carry divine potential. But when we resist that call, those unsown seeds become weeds in our hearts, sapping us of spiritual fruits we might have reaped in the future.

What is going to grow from the seeds you’ve planted?

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