the parable of the seed growing.

Yesterday afternoon I sat down in the rocking chair that faces the window in my bedroom.  

God, where should I read today?  Where are You going to speak to me?  

Mark 4.

That was the first thing that popped into my head.  I won't lie, it was promptly followed by a good measure of doubt that I was actually hearing from the Lord.  That doubt soon deepened when I opened up to Mark 4 and noted that the first half of the chapter is "The Parable of the Sower."  I sighed in disappointment.  Everybody's been talking about the parable of the sower lately, and quite honestly, I just felt "over it."  But, nonetheless, Mark 4 - that's the chapter of the day, right?  So I proceeded to read the chapter.  Well, maybe skim is a better word.  Parable of the sower, blah-blah-blah.  The purpose of parables, blah-blah.  The lamp under the basket, blah-blah-blah... Really, Lindsay?  Mark 4?  Whatever, you can't hear from the Lord, is what I was thinking.

And then I got to "The Parable of the Seed Growing."  

And he said, "The kingdom of God is as if a man should scatter seed on the ground.  He sleeps and rises night and day, and the seed sprouts and grows; he knows not how.  The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear.  But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come."

He sleeps and rises night and day.  The seed grows, and he doesn't know how.  He just scattered the seed.  The earth is responsible to grow it.  He can't make the sun shine, he can't make the rain fall.  He can't make the little guy turn into anything more than what it is.  All he can do is scatter the seed and expect a harvest.  Expect that the phenomenon that has occurred for thousands of years will continue to occur.  He scatters.  He harvests.  And everything in between is left to Something bigger than himself.  He sleeps and rises, sleeps and rises.  Night and day, night and day.

Shaba.

 I started writing today to elaborate on that.  But I'm not sure that I can elaborate any further.  I started telling a few friends about this parable at a party last night... and I couldn't really elaborate then either.  The gospel is simple.  Our role in the kingdom is simple.  Everything complicated is left up to Him.  Scatter the seed.  Sleep and rise. Sleep and rise.  Night and day. Night and day.  Expect the harvest, and bring it in when it comes. 

That was as far as I got in Mark 4.  I just sat in my rocking chair, taking in the calmness of the simplicity of my role in the kingdom.  Peace settled over me.  And since yesterday, those little unsophisticated words keep rolling through my head.

Scatter the seed.

Sleep and rise.

Night and day.

Expect the harvest.