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The
gardens are beautiful -- both herein an undisclosed location where I’m
ending my vacation today -- and (as always) around St. Brigid’s
Church The hardest part of gardening, it seems to me, is not the planting
or watering...it’s the weeding. In fact when I was a child, I recall
that my parents had a most successful method to combat garden weeds --
send the children out to weed. If we ever claimed to be “bored”,
we were invited out into the garden to weed. If we ever “got in
trouble”, we were sent into the garden to weed.
As a result, as children, we were
never bored and we were always well behaved -- such was the power of the
dreaded job of weeding.
So let me first say “thank you” to the dedicated volunteers
of our garden committee who spend countless summer hours pulling weeds
around the church. (And I’m sure they’d welcome bored or less-than-perfect
children to help!)
There is a kind of satisfaction
though in weeding a flower or vegetable bed. When the work is done, everything
looks neater, more orderly, less messy. So today’s gospel is uncomfortable
as an unweeded garden. What Jesus proposes is that the wheat and weeds
be allowed to grow together and then to let God sort it out in the end.
That’s not easy for people who like their human gardens neat. They
like people to be as easily defined as weeds and wheat. Some “belong”
and some don’t. When people don’t act the way the way they’d
like, or when foreigners move in on their soil, or when relatives turn
out to be more heartache than blessing...well the temptation is to want
to weed them from the gardens of life.
But Jesus urges patience. It’s
an uncomfortable, maybe even infuriating patience that has wheat and weeds
living side by side. But he reminds us that this is God’s garden.
It’s not for us to do the weeding (or for that matter to decide
who is wheat and who is weed). God’s the master gardener here. Our
job is to grow as we’re planted and to bear good fruit. We don’t
have to weed. Yay!

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