Dirt is Resurrection and God is a Bad Farmer (Homily for the Parable of the Sower)

Dirt is Resurrection and God is a Bad Farmer (Homily for the Parable of the Sower) July 5, 2014

Year A + Proper 10 + Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23

I love dirt.

I love the way it smells early in the morning, still damp with summer dew. I love the way it feels between my toes when I walk on it after the sunsets, the warmth of the stars still radiating through the soles of my feet. I love the way it gets under my fingernails and refuses to go away.

I think I’ve always loved dirt. Maybe it’s part of the Alabama childhood I never really outgrew. As a kid playing middle school baseball, I remember feeling the game was never really finished unless there were dirt stains on my uniform. So I chose my preferred position not based on my skill but on how dirty I would get. I would even slide into bases I had stolen by a mile just to feel the dirt.

I was reminded of my love of dirt when I started vegetable gardening in California, because as much as I loved my plants — the tomatoes and carrots, the cukes and leafy greens — I loved my dirt most of all. I still remember being knee-deep in composted manure and top soil as I broke ground on my first garden. I mixed it all by hand in my 10- by 10-foot plot, not because I wanted the masculine thrill of turning a shovel until my palms blistered, but mostly because I wanted to play in the dirt.

After my second year of backyard gardening, it occurred to me that I wasn’t really into growing vegetables and plants. Rather, I was growing dirt. In fact, I started making my own dirt, collecting buckets full of kitchen scraps and yard clippings and tossing them into a compost bin until the foul, rotting stench of waste was transformed into the sweet, smell of soil.

That’s the best way to make dirt, it turns out. With the trash, the waste, and the things no one else wants — the used up coffee grounds, the bell pepper you forgot about mouldering in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator, and, of course, manure.

In the garden, waste brings forth fruit. Death brings forth life.

Dirt is resurrection.

Children love the dirt, too, almost universally it seems. My own are no exception. One day last August, I left them to their own devices in the backyard while I tidied the kitchen. By the time I checked on them a half-hour later, they were both covered in a thick layer of mud. They had gotten the hose and mixed a massive 10-gallon buck of dirt and water and proceeded to slather it on themselves.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen them happier.

And that’s how I want us to hear this parable this morning, with ears that remember the joy of the dirt.

Because I believe God loves dirt, too.

Our temptation, however, is often to hear this parable and believe that there is a good kind of dirt and a bad kind of dirt. There dirt that yields an abundant harvest which God likes and a dirt that is closed off, disbelieving, and worrisome which is somehow less than what God wants.

So maybe when you listen to the words of Jesus this morning, you hear judgment and what you lack in providing space for God’s love.

Maybe this morning you feel like the hardened path. Maybe you feel trampled on like a footpath, ignored and walked over by life and those you love. Maybe you feel like every small moment of joy, every seed of faith, or hope, or love, is immediately snatched away by the birds.

Maybe you feel like you’ve fallen on thin and rocky soil. You’ve felt your faith spring up only to have it falter under its own belief system. Maybe you’ve had your faith scorched by the oppressive heat of life. Perhaps you look around at the racism, the economic injustice, the poverty, the hunger, the sexism, the war, or just the plain everyday selfishness of humankind and faith seems like such a fool’s errand in the face of it. Where is God in this mess you ask, as you feel like wilting and withering away?

Maybe you feel like you’ve fallen among the thorns and brambles of life. Maybe for you simply getting out of bed in the morning involves the sharp pain of living, of moving, of breathing. Perhaps it’s grief that sticks in your side and it feels like you’ve run too far for too long and there’s not enough space to breath, to stretch, to grow. Maybe it’s the ceaseless demands of time to work, to family, to church, to the obligations that once seemed like growth but now seem like some kind of overgrowth that blocks out the sun, the warmth and source of life.

And maybe you look over and see the person sitting next to you in the pew, and you think, “My goodness they seem to have it together. They seem to really believe those words of the creed when we say them. They seem to really mean it when we cross ourselves, when we bow as the cross comes down the aisle. They must be growing in good soil,” we think.

And suddenly, this parable about God’s irresponsible love for us becomes a parable about how we judge ourselves. And it’s easy too judge ourselves for finding ourselves in less than fertile ground. We all have our faults and shortcomings. It’s easy to read this parable and think we’ve somehow gone astray and we’ve got to somehow become the good soil that yields fruit for the world.

Truth be told, I’ve been each of these types of soils in the past three days, even maybe the past three hours. I’ve been that hardened path and lost my faith in God. I’ve been that rocky soil that lacks depth and withers away under pressure. I’ve been that worrisome, thorn-choked soil. We have all these kinds of soils inside us all at the same time.

And, let’s be honest, sometimes there’s not a lot we can do when we find our faith scorched dry, brittle and baked into dust. And the worst thing we can do is start feeling like we are somehow less than what God intends us to be.

That’s not what this parable is about. It’s not about what kind of soil you are.

Rather, it’s about how — no matter where we find ourselves in life — God is a really, really, really bad farmer.

Because God loves the dirt too much.

Somehow, though, we’ve managed to warp this parable from this good news about God’s love of dirt into a parable of judgment on the soils that simply aren’t good enough. But if you notice, there is no judgment and no condemnation in the story. The soil exists as it is. The sower doesn’t spend any time wondering whether the rocky, or the hardened, or the thorny soil measures up or is worthy of the sower’s seeds — the very source of his life and livelihood.

The sower simply sows without judgment and without expectation.

So if we are using this parable to judge ourselves for our lack of faith or fruitfulness or to judge ourselves about what kind of soil we are, then I think we’ve misunderstood what Jesus is saying here.

It doesn’t matter what kind of soil you are. God doesn’t care, either. Because God is the sower. And God doesn’t stop sowing the seeds of divine love because the soil isn’t perfect. Rather God is busy sowing indiscriminately, irresponsibly, irrationally. This parable is a reminder that it doesn’t matter if your faith is dried up, withered, and dead. God is still sowing love, and always will. God is the relentless and lavish sower.

That’s the scandal of this parable. God is throwing seeds around like an intoxicated fool at the bar buying another round of drinks that she can’t afford. There’s no limit to the extravagance, to the generosity and love. What kind of farmer sows seeds on the hard path? What kind of farmer plants in the thorn bushes? What kind of farmer tosses seeds among the rocks? What kind of farmer wastes so much?

The kind of farmer who doesn’t believe in hopeless causes.

The kind of God that loves dirt more than plants, soil more than what it yields. God is a dirt farmer, not a vegetable gardener. Because God knows that the faith that springs up among the rocky soil and withers away only winds up enriching and building the soil for the next seeds that come along. God knows that the bird that carries away the seed does so because the bird to needs to be fed, and God cares, too, for the sparrows. And one day, when that seed finds its way through the bird’s digestion, it will wind up carried far away to a place where its life is needed. God knows that wheat grows amid the weeds and the thorns, and sometimes those thorns form a crown.

Maybe God knows that the only way to get good soil is through a pile of dead things, of pile of waste, a pile of things others might just throw away. Good soil doesn’t just happen. It is the remnant of faith had and faith lost, of beliefs embraced and beliefs discarded. Good soil is alive through the decomposing of dead things. Good soil is resurrection, for out of the waste and detritus of faith and life springs forth a bountiful harvest.

And it is all part of the cycle of soil, the cycle of faith. To have faith and to lose it so that out of the decomposed remains of belief, new life, richer life, deeper life can begin to take root.

And ultimately, once we realize this, perhaps we can get past our hang ups with what kind of soil we are. Perhaps we can stop judging ourselves for our faith or our lack of faith, our belief and our disbelief. It’s not important. What’s important is that God loves us and refuses to give up on us.

And when we realize this — the extravagance of God’s love — we can begin to hear this parable’s deepest call to us. Listen, Jesus says as he begins this parable. Really listen. You who have ears, he says, in closing, hear what the Spirit is saying.

This parable is not a call to be good soil.

It is a call to be bad farmers.

It is a call to be sowers in this world, to go out into the world and cultivate gardens of hope and of love, in rich and loamy soils and in the desperate places in our communities, to love when all else fails and seems hopeless, to love without the expectation that anything will grow.

To simply sow the seeds of God’s love wherever we are.

So sow God’s love. Sow it not just in the fields of high yield and bumper crops. So love in the hardened places, in the thorny fields, in the rocky ground.

Go out and sow and expect divine failure.

But never stop loving the dirt.

For more on the Parable of the Sower, listen to The Moonshine Jesus Show’s lectionary cast for this text (due out next week). Also, Ched Meyers has done a wonderful and dynamic job reinterpreting this story through a socio-political lens in this book Binding the Strong Man. This post is a longer, expanded version of a meditation I wrote in a 2010 Lenten Daily Office devotional.

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  • Amy Wharton

    Fantastic! What a beautiful image of God.

  • Dempy

    What about vv. 10-17? I know it’s not part of the parable, but it helps to give the parable context.

    I understand your description of various attitudes that Christians might have in terms of the different soils, but I think Jesus was speaking more generally of four different types of people, with each person generally fitting into one class, rather than bouncing around. Of course, changes in type do occur, such as when an unbeliever becomes a nominal professor or a believer, or when a nominal professor becomes a believer.

    I think that Jesus was really describing many of the Pharisees with the analogy of the path (and I think the thorny soil would describe most of the remaining Pharisees), but it also would include unbelievers in general (those who have never affirmed the Gospel). The second and third soils seem to represent apostates with two different reasons for their apostasy, and the fourth represents believers.

    So yeah, I agree that we shouldn’t be worrying about what type of soil we are (unless we fear that we might only be nominal professors), since all believers are represented by the fourth soil, and I guess it’s alright to joke that God is a bad farmer, given that he does willingly sow seeds even where he knows they will be unproductive, but I still think that, given the context, the main point of the parable is the different types of hearers.

    Also, I wonder whether this parable might tie in with Romans 1:18-23, with Jesus’ illustration of the seed being sown on all types of soil agreeing with Paul’s statement that God has been revealed to everyone in the world through creation.

    • Regarding the verses left out, that’s simply how the Revised Common Lectionary divides it up for this Sunday. My guess is we are from different traditions and yours doesn’t use the RCL. It’s not uncommon for there to be verses left out for focus. A number of scholars actually question whether Jesus’ explanation, included in the reading, at the end is historically authentic or is more likely the later work of an interpreter adding to the parable.

      I don’t think our lives are so tidy as to fit into one class or another. I don’t see that reflective of real life, and parables are about real life, if nothing else. I think we as humans want tidy categories. But if you want to dive into a strictly allegorical reading (rather than parabolic) with each class representing people (like Pharisees) I’d recommend Ched Myers’ work on that, who makes a stunning case for a reading like this but with what I believe is a more accurate socio-political reading of it rather than a overtly spiritual reading as you suggest in your comment. Then we locate ourselves (as wealthy Americans) in the role of the birds or the scorching sun.

      I disagree with what’s important, clearly. God’s action (and therefore our action to imitate) does not change or favor or judge regardless of context or reception. It remains the same. To sow. I think if it doesn’t catch our attention that God is busy sowing seed where God has no business sowing seed then we aren’t doing what Jesus asks us to: LISTEN!

      (Now, you could make a different argument if you wanted to talk about broadcast seeding versus direct seeding)

  • Valerie Stone

    Thank you so much for thinking this through, writing it down, and sharing it. I needed to hear it today.

  • Eve Fisher

    Thank you so much for this! A wonderful, wonderful blog.

  • pastordt

    what an absolutely gorgeous sermon. thank you so very much.

  • Wow – this was really interesting and beautiful. Any image of God’s lavish love is worth repeating.
    Thanks for sharing this.

  • David, this brought tears to my eyes. I know this passage well, but I have never once heard it or ever had it positioned in such a beautiful way. To me as a child and throughout growing up as a person of faith, this passage was for so long a warning to only be that “good soil,” and a reminder to pray and feel sorry for people who fell into those other categories. But now that I have lived a little longer, and have spent long periods of going through each of those soil types — I found your reading of this passage scraped away my recollections of it filled with old pride and religion to reveal something fused with hope. I have been in a place for awhile where it has been very hard to read the Bible at all, because more often than not all I see are the remnants of a faith once vibrant (according to what I so long thought vibrant meant) now broken and searching. To have someone take the Scripture and show me something new means the world to me. Thank you.

    • I know *exactly* how you feel about it being hard to read the Bible. I took a several years hiatus because I couldn’t shake the voices of my old pride and religion, as you put it. I found refuge in folks like Frederick Buechner and Henri Nouwen. The hiatus helped see things fresh when I finally opened the Scriptures up again. Deep peace to you.