It’s with my lack of gardening skills in mind that I struggle every time this parable of the sower invites me to reflect on what type of soil I might be. I can’t manage to keep weeds alive, how could I possibly ever be the right kind of soil for these seeds? But, this may not be the only way to hear this parable.
Something strange is happening in this passage from the Gospel of Luke. We witness a brief flurry of activity before the silence and stillness of the sabbath descend in the aftermath of trauma. Perhaps we can learn something about coping with suffering from this faithful observance of the day of rest.