The parable of the four soils has been a long-time favorite. Since my children were small, I have prayed that “we would till fertile soil in their hearts so that seeds of faith sown there could take strong root that would flourish in the days of sun and stand strong in the days of storm.” It has been a prayer of hope for them, that theirs would be lives rich in faith. I imagined back then that this was my one shot. The seed would be sown, and, by golly, the soil better be ready. But, as is so often the case, life-living humility taught me differently.
Today’s parable is not necessarily describing four separate people hearing the word of God. One gets it, and the other three are out. Instead, it can also be describing the Word of God being sown in the same person at four separate times in his or her life. It describes our journey of faith.
First, the seed that falls on the path marks the times we missed God completely. Too distracted by our own wants and needs, too sure of our own glory to recognize His, we were not ready, and we never even heard it. Then another time, after our pride has been shaken by humility, the dry soil has cracked a bit. That same message lands this time, and it’s clearly good. Faith springs up quickly, but pride and arrogance are hard to shake, and they quickly choke out that new growth. The soil has been turned, though, and at the next hearing, the seed of faith takes stronger root; it grows until the din of the world around it — distraction, temptation, heartache, opposition — drowns out the word of God, and the plant wilts.
With each of these passes, the soil is becoming richer. God makes all work for good, so our hearts are turned and tilled as the remnants of our losses and missteps are mixed in like nutrient-rich compost, until the day we again hear that word of God. This time it lands within this rich soil. The same seeds that have missed us or failed to flourish before, now grow abundantly, bearing fruit.
Nearly 30 years later, I understand that this parable is not a “one-shot” deal, you either have the soil ready or too bad. Yes, I still pray for the hearts of my children and now my grandchildren. I still sow seeds of faith in person whenever I can and in prayer always. Beyond that, though, I have learned to trust the Sower. God is tilling the soil of their hearts just as he continues to till mine and yours, and He will never stop sowing the seeds of faith. I still pray for rich soil, but I have learned to be even more grateful for the Sower who never gives up.
La parábola de los cuatro tipos de tierra ha sido una de mis favoritas desde hace mucho tiempo. Desde que mis hijos eran pequeños, he rezado para que “cultivemos tierra fértil en sus corazones para que las semillas de fe sembradas allí puedan echar raíces fuertes que florezcan en los días soleados y se mantengan firmes en los días de tormenta”. Ha sido una oración de esperanza para ellos, para que sus vidas sean ricas en fe. En ese entonces imaginé que esa era mi única oportunidad. La semilla sería sembrada y, por Dios, la tierra debería estar preparada. Pero, como sucede tan a menudo, la humildad de vivir la vida me enseñó algo diferente.
La parábola de hoy no necesariamente describe a cuatro personas diferentes que escuchan la palabra de Dios. Una la entiende y las otras tres se quedan fuera. En cambio, también puede describir la Palabra de Dios sembrada en la misma persona en cuatro momentos diferentes de su vida. Describe nuestro camino de fe.
Primero, la semilla que cae en el camino marca los momentos en que nos perdimos por completo a Dios. Demasiado distraídos por nuestros propios deseos y necesidades, demasiado seguros de nuestra propia gloria para reconocer la Suya, no estábamos listos, y ni siquiera lo escuchamos. Luego, en otra ocasión, después de que el orgullo haya sido sacudido por la humildad, la tierra seca se ha agrietado un poco. Ese mismo mensaje aterriza esta vez, y es claramente bueno. La fe brota rápidamente, pero el orgullo y la arrogancia son difíciles de arrancar, y rápidamente ahogan ese nuevo crecimiento. Sin embargo, la tierra ha sido removida, y en la siguiente audición, la semilla de la fe echa raíces más fuertes; crece hasta que el estruendo del mundo que la rodea (distracción, tentación, angustia, oposición) ahoga la palabra de Dios, y la planta se marchita.
Con cada una de estas pasadas, la tierra se vuelve más fértil. Dios hace que todo obre para bien, por lo que nuestros corazones se renuevan y se cultivan mientras los restos de nuestras pérdidas y errores se mezclan como abono rico en nutrientes, hasta el día en que volvemos a escuchar esa palabra de Dios. Esta vez aterriza en esta tierra rica. Las mismas semillas que antes no nos han llegado o que no han logrado florecer, ahora crecen abundantemente y dan fruto.
Casi 30 años después, entiendo que esta parábola no es algo que se haga solo una vez: o tienes la tierra preparada o está mal. Sí, todavía rezo por los corazones de mis hijos y ahora de mis nietos. Sigo sembrando semillas de fe en persona cada vez que puedo y siempre en la oración. Pero más allá de eso, he aprendido a confiar en el Sembrador. Dios está labrando la tierra de sus corazones, así como sigue labrando el mío y el tuyo, y nunca dejará de sembrar semillas de fe. Sigo rezando por una tierra fértil, pero he aprendido a estar aún más agradecida por el Sembrador que nunca se da por vencido.
Pamela Kavanaugh is a grateful wife, mother, and grandmother who has dedicated her professional life to Catholic education. Though she has done her very best to teach her students well in the subjects of language and religion, she knows that she has learned more than she has taught. She lives, teaches, and writes in southwest suburban Chicago.
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