Went walking tonight with my dog, Ausker, and noticed something I have seen hundreds of time but saw tonight for the first time. In the soybean fields around my house are hundreds of corn plants that have sprung up among the thousands of soybean plants. It reminded me of the parable of the wheat and the tares.
I thought of it in a different way tonight. The tares are those things that the enemy has planted in my life to steal away from the good plants in my life. The part that gave me pause was thinking about how many of those tares I have spent valuable time tending and watering. Anger, lust, self-pity, defeat, and so many others that I not only permit in my life but, seem to find some perverse pleasure in. I have gone so far as telling people that anger is my friend that is always there whenever I need him. I find myself immersed in lustful thoughts, wallowing in self-pity and defeat and just generally tolerating the tares instead of killing them off.
God help me to tear out the tares. To hit them with the weed killer – starve them – crush them and cleanse your field (my life).
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