In walking around campus last week, I noticed Winter grass seed had been spread all over campus. It was sprouting beautiful green blades of grass in all the right places. Unfortunately some of the seed also fell on the sidewalk where it lay dormant with nothing to cause it to grow. Yet as I walked around I saw some unusual sprouting grass seed almost ubiquitously throughout the campus. In some instances, the seed had landed in small clumps of dirt on sidewalks and near curbs and on brick.
The seed sprouted as aggressively and thoroughly as the seed that had landed in the grass. It grew rapidly and produced the same rich green as all the other seed. But soon afterward in an act of perfidy, the seed was rejected on all counts and died a fairly quick and uneventful death without any ceremony or obstreperous actions. Strong and proud one day and gone the next to reside in the empty world of seed without a home. Devoid of any kind of future and without so much as a tchotchke to its name, the seed disappeared and was quickly forgotten.
The grass seed had no roots since the roots had nowhere to go. Without roots, we lack the foundation and support to develop and to grow and to reach our potential. I thank my parents for providing roots for me when I was young, and I thank God for the spiritual roots that seem to grow deeper and stronger each year.
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I've been told to never pull unwanted grass or weeds out by the roots because the seeds can still be spread. It's best to use Roundup, or something similar as a weed killer. Thank goodness the roots of spiritual people can't be destroyed simply by using a Roundup type of killer, even though, I suppose, Satan is always on the lookout for something that will work.
And then some fell on the path, where the birds came and devoured it...some fell among thorns, where they were choked off and could not grow…some, however, fell on good earth and they took root and grew and produced much fruit: a professorship, a triumverate of deanships and three mighty sons.
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