|Posted on July 7, 2019 at 12:15 AM|
While pulling weeds the other day I started thinking how relentless they are as I tugged and pulled them out a place they have no business being. Although their roots were shallow in the rock bed it didn’t make sense that I actually had to use the weight of my body to pull these suckers out of the ground. And I was reminded that although shallow they had a stronghold perhaps another root system they were hanging onto, as does with my own sins.
The first mention of the word weed is in Job 31:38-40 when Job final protest of innocence to God is upheld by his own curse he says “If my land accuses me and all its furrows cry out together, or if I have stolen its crops or murdered its owners, then let thistles grow on that land instead of wheat, and weeds instead of barley.”
There are 16 mentions of weeds and they aren’t very good. Psalm 92:7 Though the wicked sprout like weeds and evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever. I am assured these sins of mine are being destroyed one sprout at a time. Proverbs teaches that to tell the difference between those who are lazy and those who work hard in Proverbs 24:30-34 that the field of a lazy person is overgrown with nettles, it is covered with weeds, and its walls are broken down. I see weed pulling in my future days of summer. No weed shall overtake this field I have the time and patience to deal with them swiftly.
Hosea 10:4 compares the injustice of those who don’t fear the LORD or listen to their earthly kings as a poisonous weed in a farmer’s field. But of all these comparisons nothing compares to the use of weeds Christ used in his parable of the Wheat and the Weeds found in Matthew 13:24-30 and later explains it in 13:37-43.
The words Jesus taught his brothers and sisters are good. He is described as the farmer who planted the seed in our hearts. The field represents the world. Those with the word of God in their hearts are the good people of the kingdom but as we know this world is also inhabited not just by good but by the devil who planted weeds of the people who belong to him not to the Word of God. They live by the words of this world. The harvest is the end of our lives on earth and the harvesters are the angels that sort and separate us.
Jesus explains just as weeds are sorted out and burned in the fire so it will be at the end of each of our lives. How we live determines where we live. The way I see it if I live as the world lives I will remain in this world no need of an eternal heavenly home if I have already made this world my home. But Jesus was eager to return to a home that was not of this world. Even giving up, laying down his own life so that he could return sooner than most. The Word lived in him and he knew better than most that this world was not a place to cling to it was a place you don’t want to be longer than you need be. That life on earth was a not a place we want to spend eternity. There is a better place with no weeds.
I look over my now weed free yard and think the field of grass outweighs the single bucket of weeds I pulled and so it is in this world. There are more people in this world that are for me than there are people against me. When I think about the people the devil planted in my life the “weeds” very few names come to mind. The list of the family and friends that have supported me and cheered me onto to new heights is much greater than those weeds yet it was those weeds that made me doubt. It was those weeds that struck me with fear and uncertainty.
I was so bent down under their load of their insults and doubts that I failed to look up and see the field of grass before me. My limitations were set by people who didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Just some people that ended up in a bucket that I tossed into the trash. It took my looking at the Word daily letting my mind and heart be saturated by His Words of me. Making what God said of me greater, more important than what these weeds said. His Word gave me the power to grasp what the enemy tried to plant in my thinking, pluck it out by its root and toss it aside. So while I am here I can live weed free, and some day reach a place where no weed is allowed to grow.