Last night’s Bible study was very instructive. We were working our way through the parable of the sower in Mark 4. Before we continued on to Jesus’ explanation, I had the class flesh out what they thought the various aspects of the story represented: sower, seed, path, rocky soil, weeds, good soil, etc. Good conversation and some good insightful answers that often paralleled Jesus’ own explanation.
When Jesus’ disciples ask him to explain the parable to them, he defines the seed as the word. What did the disciples make of this explanation? If we assume Mark’s gospel is more or less chronological, this comes pretty early in Jesus’ ministry and the disciples would likely presume the word to mean what Jesus was proclaiming himself in his ministry – the kingdom of God is at hand, repent and believe in the gospel.
At which point the hearers might have wondered what the gospel, the good news, really was.
I asked the class what they thought Jesus meant by the word in his explanation of the parable in Mark 4. One said the commandments – this is how you ought to live your life. Another thought love was the word. It was clear there was a struggle.
These are answers we like – that the word is basically instructions, insights, secret tips on how to live our best lives now. Variations on familiar themes. Encouragements, exhortations, pleadings, even threats – do what you know to be right or else! Those are things we can deal with. We can’t fulfill them, of course, but we can allow ourselves to be whipped into a frenzy for short periods of time, believing we can and must and will fulfill them.
But that places the word in ourselves. We are the answer, the solution, the key to a bountiful harvest in our own life. We would essentially be Buddhists. Or Hindus. Or Muslims. Or secular humanists. Or pretty much any other belief system on earth, all of which ultimately place the responsibility for change and accomplishment, for enlightenment or obedience squarely on our shoulders. Do it. Discern it. If you do, you can be proud of your accomplishment (though this is a relative accomplishment, in relation to other people but almost never our own metrics, let alone God’s!). If you fail to do it, it’s your own fault and you deserve what you have coming to you.
Only the Bible gives us a word that is outside of ourselves. Completely, totally, forever outside of ourselves. And that Word is the Word made flesh, the Son of God, Jesus.
So I wrote out John 3:16 on the board for the class, suggesting that this is a good encapsulation of the good news, the gospel, the word, the seed. Then, substituting whoever or whosoever with an actual name, I repeated this verse to every single person using their name. I gave them the seed.
How easy is it to talk about the seed, to reference the word but never define it, never spell it out? How easy it is to presume that everybody understands what Jesus means by the word, when even his own disciples probably didn’t get it.
This is my job, and I need to remember it and break it down as simply as possible as often as possible. I’m scattering seed. It’s not my seed. It’s not my job to make the seed grow – I can’t do that. I can simply scatter the seed. Explicitly. Spelling it out, as it were, to make sure people actually get the seed. Are they a well-worn path or rocky soil or full of weeds? I can’t know that for sure, and I may not be the one to discern that. But I cast the seed. If that person is a hardened path with no crack for the seed to fall into, I pray someone else, at another point in time will cast the same seed again, when perhaps the ground will be more receptive. That someone else will scatter the word again, when the soil is less rocky, or when more of the weeds have been pulled.
But for the love of God, make sure to preach the Word! Clearly. Without assumptions. Spell it out. Make it personal and specific. Make sure you don’t pass over good soil and toss out lint or chaff or anything other than the seed of God, the Word of God!