Showing posts with label Sunday thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday thoughts. Show all posts

Monday, 26 March 2007


THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ST. MATTHEW
CHAPTER 13

1 The same day went Jesus out of the house, and sat by the a sea side.

2 And great multitudes were gathered together unto him, so that he went into a ship, and sat; and the whole multitude stood on the shore.

3 And he spake many things unto them in parables, saying, Behold, a sower went forth to sow;

4 And when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up:

5 Some fell upon a stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth:

6 And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away.

7 And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them:

8 But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold.

I really enjoy the parables with their layers and symbols. I've read and studied this one many times, but it made a greater impression on me in Sunday school yesterday than it has before. Instead of looking at the parable from the perspective of examining what kind of ground we each are we looked at the sower.
The sower in this parable sows without discrimination. He sows by the wayside, in stony places, among thorns, and in good ground. And it made me think, I don't need to know what kind of ground others have in their hearts, and I should sow good seeds to everyone I meet. Seeds of the gospel, yes, but more. Seeds of friendship, kindness, understanding, fun, and sharing. This new look at the parable of the sower brought me back to my favorite scripture: Matthew 5:46 For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye?
I think the reward of sowing good seeds without discrimination is the happy surprise of having a seedling spring up where you least expect it.
Sunday thoughts are such a great part of the journalling aspect of blogging. Thanks for the inspiration, Jill.

Sunday, 18 February 2007

Still here

Ken and the big kids left for the cabin yesterday, and I've stayed behind with Chloe. Obviously Chloe's still not feeling well, so she and I stayed home from church today.

I'm really glad I didn't miss church a few weeks ago when our bishopric spoke in sacrament meeting. My bishop gives great talks; I'd be all for him giving us a sermon every Sunday. I thought I'd share what he had to say that has really stayed with me. He shared a portion of 'The Ballad of Sir Andrew Barton' (the picture is the crest of Sir Andrew Barton).

"I am hurt, but I am not slain; I'll lay me down and bleed a while, And then I'll rise and fight again."

The bishop then encouraged us to adopt those words. To acknowledge our hurts, but also to keep hope. He said we need to give ourselves permission to lay down and bleed awhile, but then we need to rise and fight again.

Those feelings of hurt seem so isolating, don't they? Yet they're part of the universal human experience. I'm not hurting right now, but I still found the way my bishop spoke about it very reassuring.

Anyhow, I think I'm just putting this down for me. The time will come that I'll want to refer back to this post.