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13 June 2021

God's Country

Please forgive the traffic noise in the recording - we were out-of-doors and the A23 runs past the end of the garden!  No sirens, as far as I'm aware.  Also, the tree pollen got to me a bit, so there are a couple of coughs.  But it was glorious to be out of doors and able to sing again!

 

I am often quite glad that I don’t have a garden! There is a communal garden for our block of flats, and it’s lovely to be able to go and sit out and read in the shade on a summer’s day, but I don’t have to do anything else! Whereas people who have gardens do seem to have to spend all their time watering, or weeding, or mowing the lawn, or planting out seeds that they started in the greenhouse…. And seldom seem to have time to just sit and enjoy it.

But, of course, in the end all that hard work is worth while. Your vegetables come up and you have masses of tomatoes, or lettuces, or beans, or courgettes, or whatever it is you like to grow – often too much, more than will even fit in your freezer. If you grow flowers, they produce a beautiful display, and perhaps even smell nice. I walked past a garden in Brixton the other day where the owner of the house had obviously chosen roses for their smell, and it was really lovely!

I do have an orchid, that was given to me over 14 years ago now by my daughter and her husband as a “thank you” for their wedding. Amazingly, it has lasted and lasted, and even survived and flowered again after I repotted it earlier this year. Slightly to my surprise, I have to say!

But you know what? None of us, whether we have big gardens or just have a few plants on the windowsill, none of us can actually make our plants grow! We can sow the seeds, we can tend the plants by watering them regularly and feeding them, and perhaps pruning as necessary – but we can’t make them grow. They grow all by themselves, pretty much independent of what we do.
I repotted my orchid very carefully, but it was not down to me whether I killed it in the process – as it was, thankfully, I didn’t. But I had no say in the matter.

The person in Jesus’ story today knew that. He planted some seeds in his garden, and then, as if by magic, the seeds sprouted and grew, and eventually he was able to harvest a great crop. He didn’t need to know how it happened; from the story, it appears that he’d rather forgotten all about it, anyway. And then suddenly, there is a lovely crop. God had grown the seeds for him, and enabled them to produce the crop they were designed to produce.

Well, so far, so good.
But you know what? I’m reminded of another story Jesus told, a story of someone who sowed his seeds and they went everywhere, and some fell on the path, and others on rocky or weedy soil, and it seems that only a minority fell on the fertile soil that enabled it to grow and reproduce up to a hundred-fold.

We all know that story, we’ve known it since our earliest days at Sunday School, and have heard many sermons on it.
If you are anything like me, what you heard – not, I should emphasize, necessarily what had been said, but what you heard – was that Proper People, or perhaps I should say Proper Christians, were the ones who were the fertile soil, where the Word could take root, grow and flourish.

But, of course, if you were anything like me, that just made you feel guilty and miserable – what if you weren’t the good soil? What if you were the stony places, or the weedy patches? We may well end up feeling guilty and thinking that we must be terrible people.

But I don’t think Jesus meant us to think that! From the story we have just read in Mark’s gospel, it is God that does the growing and takes care of the result! We don’t. We don’t really have to worry about whether we are fertile soil or not; if we are living in God’s country, as God’s people, it’s God’s job to worry about the fertility or otherwise of the soil!

Well, so far so good. That’s a fairly straightforward story of what God’s country is like. But then Jesus goes on to talk about the mustard seed. Well, you know mustard seeds. I expect you use them in your cooking, as I sometimes do. You can buy the seeds, or you can buy the ground seeds as a powder to make your own mustard – lovely in salad dressings and cheese sauces – or you can buy ready-made mustard with or without various flavourings. I’m sure they used mustard as a seasoning back in Bible times, too – but it was, and is, a terrific weed. They tended to use the wild plant, because if you cultivated it – well, it was like kudzu or rhododendrons, or even mint – you’d never get rid of it! Nobody would actually go and plant it, any more than you or I would plant stinging-nettles in the fields. And, Mark tells us, it grows into a shrub which can accommodate birds in its branches.

The thing is, that we don’t really realise, is that Jesus was taking the passage that we heard in our first reading, from Ezekiel, and twisting it. Ezekiel tells us that God will take a shoot from the cedar tree and grow it into the biggest tree there ever was, so that birds could shelter in it, and everybody would know that God was the Lord.

And Jesus takes this and twists it. The other gospel-writers who retell this story say that the mustard-seed grows into a tree – but, of course, it doesn’t; it is at best a waist-high shrub. If you travel through a mustard-growing area, you will see what the plants are like, with pale yellow flowers. Not as harsh as rapeseed oil flowers, much paler yellow, rather pretty. It grows – or modern cultivars do – about waist height for easy harvesting. But in Israel it was a weed and grew anywhere and everywhere. Even here you often get wild mustard, known as charlock, growing among other crops, or on field edges.

No, a mustard plant was not comparable to a huge cedar tree. Yet Jesus says this is what the Kingdom of Heaven, God’s Country, is like. And elsewhere he says
that it’s like yeast that makes dough bubble up and become bread. We might think this is a Good Thing, but for Jews, the most proper bread of all was the matzo, or unleavened bread, that they ate each year at Passover. I still remember being told, when I was in about Year 2 at school, that this was actually a good idea because a sourdough starter could get old and too sour over the course of a year, so it was better to start again at least once a year.

However that may be, most of the stories Jesus tells about God’s Country are like that. It’s not at all a comfortable place – and yet people are willing to sell all they have to get tickets there!

In a way, Jesus’ stories today show the two sides of the Kingdom. The first is that we can’t do anything to hurry things up. Seeds grow in their own good time. We may long and long to see revival, although whether we’d actually like it if we saw it is another matter, but we can do nothing to hurry it up. God has it all in hand, and you can be quite sure that if and when there is something for us to do to bring about God’s Kingdom, we’ll know!

Then we find it’s not what we expected. It’s not tall, beautiful trees with wood-pigeons cooing and blackbirds shouting; instead, it’s a shrubby weed, with much smaller birds – sparrows, perhaps, or even starlings – jostling for space and chuntering about it.

But then, if you think about it, weeds are very persistent. Trees take years to grow. Five or six years ago there was an initiative in Brockwell Park to plant some trees, and we took our elder grandson, then aged about five, to help plant some.
Many of the trees planted that day have survived, although not all, but they are really not much bigger than they were, and are certainly not the big, shady trees they might be when my grandson takes his grandsons to look at the trees he helped plant.

But weeds, now. Weeds grow quickly, and they are persistent creatures. They rapidly take over any fallow land, and can push up even through concrete. The Kingdom of God is like a weed that can grow anywhere, in surprising places.

We didn’t read the Epistle today because we aren’t supposed to go on too long, but it was that passage where St Paul reminds us that if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation. Old things are done away, and all has become new. Whether this newness has come through the unseen working of the Spirit in our hearts, or through the way God’s kingdom is simply not what we had been led to expect,
it is nevertheless a new creation.

God, we are often told, comforts the afflicted and afflicts the comfortable. We have all been shaken up by this pandemic – how can we be God’s people in the world when we aren’t allowed to go into the world? How can we worship God when we can’t meet together, or sing when we do meet? We have found answers to those questions, not always satisfactorily, but we have. God has been working, and it has showed.

So what I am going to leave with you today is this: are you allowing God to work in you, like the man in his garden, or are you going to have to wait until the weeds push up through the paving stones and concrete around your heart? Amen.