The entire story is fabulously funny, with a plot line that moves decidely through the heart. In one scene we find the bib-overall-clad characters diligently planting & labeling their assorted rows of corn, beans & carrots; and a few scenes later we find them surveying - to their utter amazement - an entire crop of corn! No beans. No carrots. Seems they've been duped by a less than noble Seed Salesman! They had not even considered that one seed might differ from another seed.
Today I'm taking inventory of the seeds in my cache. I'm no farmer, but I do know that it takes great wisdom & skill to prepare a place for them; and then equal wisdom & skill in caring for them until they are harvestable.
Recently I spent time with someone diametrically opposed to the Christian worldview - from the veracity of God's word as found in scripture, to His design for living. After a noble period of patience on my part (a period far less than seventy x seven, I can assure you), I found myself lobbing seeds at him as though one - if not many - might implant themselves. I'm not sure what I accomplished, but I can tell you I have no idea what - if anything - will come up, or when.
I wonder if there's there a spiritual component to the planting-of-kinds methodology? For instance, if I want to see peace in my life (or theirs), can I expect such a crop to grow if I to plant intolerance? Or, if I'd hope to see a crop of faith might it spring forth in the soil of doubt? Does fear, when it germinates, become hope?
We know what it means to sow one's wild oats ... It isn't a condition linked solely to the unbeliever as it is a condition linked to the unwise.
"Sow the wind
and reap the whirlwind.
The stalk has no head;
it will produce no flour.
Were it to yield grain,
foreigners would swallow it up.
Obviously it matters where seeds are planted, and by Whom. Thus kinds become vitally relevant.
“Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted
will be pulled up by the roots.
Leave them; they are blind guides.
If the blind lead the blind, both will fall into a pit.”
Back to inventorying my cache ...