Wednesday, June 08, 2016

Good Ground

Repeat and or meditate on this verse until your thoughts are centered on God.
Those planted by the Lord
will in God's courts be seen;
when old, they'll still bear fruit
and flourish fresh and green;
and this proclaim:
How upright is the Lord, my Rock,
no wrong in him!
 —Psalm 92:13-15
Suggested tune: Darwall's 148th (

When a great crowd gathered and people from town after town came to him, he said in a parable: “A sower went out to sow his seed; and as he sowed, some fell on the path and was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on the rock; and as it grew up, it withered for lack of moisture. Some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew with it and choked it. Some fell into good soil, and when it grew, it produced a hundredfold.” As he said this, he called out, “Let anyone with ears to hear listen!”
—Luke 8:4-8

For what fear did it cause the sower, that some seed fell on the wayside, and some on rocky places, and some among thorns? Sowers who are afraid of these unmanageable grounds, would never get to the good ground. Our only concern is that we be not the wayside, nor the rock, nor the thorns, but the "good ground.” May our hearts be well-prepared, that from them may come the thirty- or the sixty-fold, or the thousand-, and the hundred-fold; some more, some less; but all is wheat. Let it not be the wayside, where the enemy as a bird may take away the seed trodden down by the passers-by. Let it not be the rock, where the shallow soil makes it spring up immediately, so that it cannot bear the sun. Let it not be the thorns, the lusts of this world, the anxieties of an ill-ordered life. For what is worse than that anxiety of life, which doth not suffer one to attain unto Life? What more miserable, than by caring for life, to lose Life? What could be sadder than by fearing death, to fall into death? Let the thorns be rooted up, the field prepared, the seeds put in; let them grow unto the harvest, let the barn be longed for, not the fire feared.
 —Augustine of Hippo (alt.)
Lord of harvest, grant that we
wholesome grain and pure may be...
 —Henry Alford (Come, Ye Thankful People, Come, 1844)
Allow the above to help guide your own confession, praise, thanksgiving, and/or petition.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil; for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.
 —Matthew 6:9-13

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