Then he told them many things in parables, saying: "A farmer went out to sow his seed…. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root.
Over the weekend, I did something remarkable. I cleaned out my flowerbeds. This is remarkable because I don’t care much for yard work because I am absolutely terrified of earthworms. I loathe them. (Not love them, loathe them.) But since I couldn’t get anyone else to pull the weeds out of the flowerbeds, I had to be brave and do it myself. One particular type of weed really caught my attention. The weed had to be about three feet tall and had leaves nearly as large as the ones on my trees. As I was trimming the hedges, I thought I might as well whack down the tall weeds rather than pull them up. You see, I assumed that because the weeds were gigantic in size, they had to have really deep roots that just had to have at least one earthworm attached to them. So, I was actually afraid to pull them up.
But after I had whacked them all down with the hedge clipper, I thought I would go ahead and take a chance on pulling one up. I’m no gardener, but it is my assumption that if I left the chopped off weed in the flowerbed with the root firmly planted in the ground, the weed would eventually grow back, bigger and stronger. So I yanked it up. And, to my surprise, the weed was plucked up with ease. It barely had roots! Weeds that were only two inches tall had deeper roots and were harder to pull out of the ground!
Of course, this got me thinking about spiritual matters, and how we sometimes seem to think that bigger means better. The person with the bigger house is more blessed. The church that tripled in size in three months must be doing something right. Someone who can quote a lot of scripture must be spiritual. But we all know that bigger is not always better. Cancer cells grow, and so do wild fires, but we all know that neither of these are good things.
Jesus told a parable of a man who went out to plant seed. Some of the seed fell on shallow soil, so when the plant grew, it had no root. The plant was easily scorched by the sun’s heat, just like that tall weed was easily plucked up out of my flowerbed because it had no root. After the root experience, I had to examine myself and ask, “How deep are my roots?” When I’m stuck in a long checkout line, “How deep are my roots?” When I’m forced to fill out a stack of paperwork because someone misplaced the paperwork I had already turned in, “How deep are my roots?” When someone says something that offends me, “How deep are my roots?” Will I remember the words of James 1:19, “be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry”? Or will my shallow root system allow the word, that should have been engrafted in me, to be easily plucked up?
I think we could all learn a lesson from the gigantic weed that had no root. Let us not become puffed up because we have a nice church to attend, live in a nice neighborhood, in a nice house, and drive a fine car. None of these things makes us spiritual, even reading our bibles every day doesn’t make us spiritual. But putting the word into practice and disciplining ourselves to stand firm when we face various trials will give us strong roots. And when the enemy comes to pluck us up, he will have to put up a fight and will eventually leave us alone and find someone easier to pick on. And, if you look in my flowerbed, you will still see a lot of those two-inch weeds there because they were just too hard to pull up. Their roots were too deep.