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Are you fertile soil?

Parable of the Sower, artist DeLynn Coppoletti
From our pastor's homily yesterday:

With this parable of the soil, Jesus invites us to ask the question: what kind of soil is each of our souls for the Word of God?

Is our heart the soil on the path? To translate into today’s culture, is it the kind of soil that is secularized and is indifferent to God?

Is our heart the soil on rocky ground? To translate into today’s culture, is it the kind of soil that is sometimes labeled “cafeteria Catholics?” Rather than seeing faith calling us to a conversion, we pick and choose only what is fitting to us. When God’s word no longer fits with our values, our faith withers.

Is our heart then the soil filled with thorns? To translate into today’s culture, our life is filled with the material things of the world. And thus, there is no room for God in our heart.

Is our heart the rich soil? To translate into today’s culture, is it a complete receptivity to God’s Word? Is it letting the wisdom of God guide us in all that we do even to the point of dying to self so as to rise to a new life with Christ? God wants all His followers to be the rich soil that produces abundant fruits. To be disciples of Christ is to be this kind of soil.


(In case you're wondering, I do not have absolute recall, nor was I taking notes during the sermon. Our pastor typically posts his sermon on our parish's FB page.)

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