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[c] among the wheat and went away. 26 So when the plants came up and bore grain, then the weeds appeared also. 27 And the servants[d] of the master of the house came and said to him, ‘Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? How then does it have weeds?’ 28 He said to them, ‘An enemy has done this.’ So the servants said to him, ‘Then do you want us to go and gather them?’ 29 But he said, ‘No, lest in gathering the weeds you root up the wheat along with them. 30 Let both grow together until the harvest, and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.’”
Seeds of the kingdom were planted in me a long time ago and grew into deep and abiding faith. Words, like, “Amy, while you were a sinner, I died for you. You are valued in my kingdom. You are loved.” Jesus rescued me from a dominion of darkness, and brought me into the light! With perfect light and nourishment, those seeds have grown. I’ve been fruitful. The trouble is that weeds have been planted in my heart as well. An enemy came and dropped them in my heart in the most deceptive of ways and God has been contending with them ever since.
The biggest weeds have grown from seeds of rejection. Someone I love once told me that they loved the idea of me more than they loved me. That one phrase was a seed planted so deep in my heart that the weed has been growing alongside a healthy understanding of love for quite a while. “Will I ever be good enough?” fights a battle with “You’ve been clothed with the righteousness of Christ” in my mind and heart.
Jesus said the kingdom of heaven is like that. It’s like a field of wheat, sabotaged by a night predator. Apparently weeds grow just like wheat, so it’s not productive to uproot the weeds right away. They’ve got to grow and reveal themselves, and then the sower gathers up the weeds and burns them, so he can gather his wheat to himself.
God is the sower in this kingdom. He sows seeds in hearts and draws men and women to himself. He’s a good gardener, but he doesn’t manipulate the crop. He allows an enemy free roam, and gives him access to hearts as well. The good news (gospel) of this Jesus story, however, is that we are the soil, not the wheat! The seed becomes wheat; not the soil. The soil doesn’t have to uproot the weeds around it; it just allows the seed God planted in it, to grow. It submits to the sower who determines when and how to harvest the crop! The sower is in charge. He will burn up all the weeds, in his timing, when doing so won’t harm the heart He’s transforming to look like his own.
In my case, God doesn’t anesthetize me, dull my mind, or take away my choices. To enable freedom, He lets me feel pain while he’s maturing and growing his perfect seed. He wants me to love him with everything, and that means choosing him over every competing voice. Winning the battle in my mind is as simple not fighting the weeds. Our desire to control and poor choices can give weeds the license to choke out the seeds of truth. I think I’ll leave the weeding to the master gardener. One day, Paul says, I’ll know fully even as I am fully known. (I Co 13) That love is perfect; it never fails nor rejects. It always hopes and always perseveres.