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Pentecost 7A (Matthew 13:1-9,18-23)

7/10/2026

 
What if today's parable is Jesus's instruction on how to embody his gospel? Let me try the pop quiz one more time—this makes five. What is the message of Jesus's gospel? The kingdom of God has come near; repent. In other words: the presence of God is within you—so change the way you look at yourself, at others, and at the world.

If that is the gospel, then this parable is the instruction manual. It teaches us how to cultivate that very presence of God within us and embody it. Our whole body becomes the ground where the seed is planted.

But there is one warning before we follow this instruction: no judgment about where the seed lands. The parable is not a verdict on people—it is a map of the terrain we all carry within us. Hold onto that warning; it shapes everything that follows.

So here is my instruction to Jesus's instruction—how the presence of God can be cultivated, skillfully.

1. The Seed: What is this seed? It is God's presence in you. And what exactly is that presence? Is it tangible, or just a metaphor? What if I never sense God's presence—especially in those personal struggles I cannot share even with family and friends? Am I simply supposed to take it on faith that it's "just there"?

No. God's presence is so tangible that our life physiologically depends on it. It is our breath.

Without breath, we cannot sustain life. Scripture knew this long before we did: the Hebrew word ruach and the Greek word pneuma both mean breath, wind, and Spirit. God breathes into the first human's nostrils the breath of life; the risen Jesus breathes on his disciples and says, "Receive the Holy Spirit." Breath is the doorway to a presence that has always been in us—not only in our minds, but in our bodies.

So let's try it. Take a deep breath in—one that relaxes you and energizes you. Don't worry about breathing out; the body will do the rest. Now close your eyes and do it again. How do you feel? What is it like? Do you notice the tension in your body easing a little? Do you feel drowsy? Has anybody yawned yet?

2. The Path: Not knowing this breath—not knowing that God's presence is as near as our next inhale—is the seed sown on the path. The seed lies on the surface, and life snatches it away before it can take root. But once we have tasted this calm, this quiet energy in mind and body, the seed has landed somewhere it can grow.

3. The Rocky Ground: We receive this practice with joy. But joy alone is not sustainable. We forget. Recall the moments when we panic—the first thing we forget is to breathe.

Pausing to breathe is not merely a mental-health tip; it is a spiritual practice. It is like Jesus calming the storm while his friends panicked around him. The rocky ground, then, becomes an invitation: to create a gap between the trigger and our reaction of panic. We breathe in. We let God's breath clear the way.

This doesn't make our troubles disappear, of course. But it clears our heads so we can deal with them skillfully. Panic has its place—the body sometimes needs that surge of blood pressure in genuinely life-threatening moments—but those moments are rare. Most hardship is not an emergency. It is an opportunity to root ourselves more deeply in the presence of God.

4. The Thorns: But we shouldn't stop there. We want to keep expanding this practice of embodying God's presence—because thorns grow quietly.

Thorns are rarely dramatic temptations. More often they are the fatigue that never quite lifts. The restlessness we can't name. A quiet dissatisfaction humming beneath days that look, from the outside, perfectly fine. Jesus calls them "the cares of the world"—not scandalous sins, but ordinary weights that accumulate so gradually we never notice the seed being choked.

In some ways these thorns are harder to recognize than the rocky ground. Panic announces itself; weariness doesn't. Thorns don't feel sharp. They press in softly from every angle until we sense a vague void—and we reach for something, anything, to fill it. But every filling gives birth to another void. Never satisfying. Never ending. Never fulfilling.

So hear this: fatigue, restlessness, and dissatisfaction are not failures to be ashamed of. They are signals—the body and the heart telling us we have stopped breathing God's breath. The practice here is not to try harder. It is simply to notice, and to return to the breath.

5. The Good Soil: Jesus's metaphor of the different grounds is meant to help us take stock of where we are spiritually. And here is the good news hidden in it: it is not that some people are simply born with good soil, destined to bring forth a hundredfold, sixty, or thirty, while the rest of us are stuck with paths, rocks, and thorns.

Rather, the soil of our hearts develops from one condition to the next. It is gradual progress. The path can be broken open. The rocks can be cleared, one breath at a time. The thorns can be uprooted. And the seed—God's presence, as close as your breath—is already sown.

6. The Harvest: When we come to realize our breath as the breath of God—when the presence of God is breathed in, every second of our lives—we embody the gospel of Jesus. We become his body and blood.

Imagine: we become the host, consecrated every Sunday on this altar. As Augustine told his congregation as they came to the table, "Behold what you are and become what you receive.” And wherever we go, we carry this longing—that those around us might feel the presence of Christ through us.

So breathe. And let it grow.

    Paul

    "...life up your love to that cloud [of unknowing]...let God draw your love up to that cloud...through the help of his grace, to forget every other thing."
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    - The Cloud of Unknowing

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