Sunday, July 12, 2026
Sermon for Sunday, July 12, 2026
By Kristin Berkey-Abbott
Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23
This parable is strange, but not in the traditional way that parables are strange. What’s highly unusual is the last part of today’s reading, when Jesus starts explaining the parable in verse 18 instead of leaving our understanding to chance. You might be surprised and say, “Finally! Jesus here is more like Paul, telling us what he’s trying to say and how to apply what he’s saying!”
Because it is so very unlike the way Jesus usually uses parables, some scholars think it’s not Jesus at all. In fact, this is the only parable where he gives this tidy explanation. Maybe it’s the only time he channeled his inner Paul-like teaching self in all of the years of his ministry, but it’s far more likely that the explanation was inserted later. We always want to keep in mind that the Gospels were written long after the death of Jesus, and it’s not like the disciples carried a tape recorder with them or even made written notes about what Jesus said.
Do we like the tidy explanation? Does it yield any surprises? Would it matter if it wasn’t said by Jesus?
According to this tidy explanation, the seed is the Good News that Jesus brings us, and the various types of ground represent humans. On the surface, the metaphors work well enough. But they’re much too simple to tell us about the fullness of a human spiritual life.
We hear about these seeds, and we want to be part of that last group, with those phenomenal crop yields. Our modern minds aren’t likely familiar enough with ancient harvesting statistics to comprehend how big these yields really are. I found some information about yields in a Gospel commentary. A 7 fold yield is good; 10 fold would be true abundance. A 30 fold yield feeds a village for a year. But Jesus talks about a 60 fold yield or a 100 fold yield. Wow. Imagine planting 1 acre of beans and getting 100 acres of return on beans. I wish I liked beans. Let’s use a non-agricultural metaphor. Imagine making 1 cheesecake for your family for dessert, and you had enough for everyone in the tri-county area.
Those of us who are overachievers may hear this passage and feel we need to get to work on our spiritual practices so that we can be part of the 100 fold yield. But remember that Jesus didn’t come to bring us a cosmic self-improvement plan, although many people do respond this way to the Bible. But really, one of the most important reasons why Jesus came was to reveal God to us.
So, how is God revealed in this parable?
I think about the sower who is sowing those good seeds everywhere—and most of them are places where seeds aren’t likely to grow. Even in ancient times a sower would know not to throw seeds in those places. But our generous God is not a sensible sower. Our God goes places that a sensible sower would leave alone.
Think of our own lives in landscape terms. Even if we’re in a high-yield field right now, we’ve likely had times when we felt strangled by thorns. It’s not unusual to be pecked to the point of injury by the birds that are the people and institutions in charge of lives and livelihoods. We might have had good times where we felt like all was going right in our spiritual lives, only to be scorched when some colossal bad news came our way. How does this parable speak to us?
In the kind of garden where we plant each year and plow it all under at the end of the growing season, this parable would mean that we had only one chance. If we’re not high yield followers now, well, tough luck. If it’s a year without rain or a year of heavy storms, too bad. If we’re strangled by thorns or destroyed by birds, well, maybe someone else will get to be a high yield Christian.
But I am here to encourage us to think of ourselves not as the kind of plant that has only one chance to flourish, but as believers who are more like the volunteer tomato plant that grows by the mailbox year after year. Or better yet, believers as blackberry brambles. I am thinking of the blackberry vines that grow in various spots along the Lutheridge roads where I walk each summer morning. The blackberries are growing exuberantly this year, and I’ve heard something similar from those who have blueberries and elderberries.
If you haven’t tracked blackberry growth, you might shrug and say, “Well, yeah, that’s what berry plants do.” And maybe, left on their own, that might be true. But I’ve watched these brambles for almost half a decade now, and there have been times when I never expected to see another berry. The summer before Hurricane Helene, Duke Power came through to install new power poles. They bushwacked all the way up the hill, taking out every single berry with them. They also took out every thorny branch, leaving the ground bare and muddy, and I assumed the berries were gone forever.
Then Hurricane Helene came through, and surveying the wreckage, I assumed nothing would grow ever again—such is the nature of despair. But last summer, which was the first growing season after Helene, I noticed some berries peeking out from the downed trees—but only in one spot.
This year, I’m seeing berries in the usual places—but also in new places. Did I never notice them before? It’s more likely that a blackberry seed traveled, either by storm or by bird. And suddenly, there are blackberries where there were none before.
Now think back to the metaphors as the end of the Gospel explains them. If we think about the landing places for seeds, what we are given as explanation doesn’t leave room for second chances or any other kind of grace. But we know that seeds can sprout in the most unlikely places, poking their way through concrete or surviving digestive systems of birds or others and finding themselves in a new spot, giving extravagant blackberry harvests.
I think of Paul and wonder if he would be astonished at the unlikely harvest his work created. He would certainly be surprised that his letters survived and became the foundational documents of Christian faith. He was writing letters to specific churches with specific problems. He thought that the final judgment was underway, so he was trying to make sure his congregations were ready when God came back to judge the living and the dead, which he expected to happen in his lifetime.
We can’t go and see any of those churches today. If you take a tour of Greece, or anywhere else that Paul traveled, you can’t go worship in the spaces that Paul founded to see how they responded to Paul’s letters. You won’t find congregations that have been worshipping there for over two thousand years or families who have worshipped for so many generations that they have their own endowed pew. We might be tempted to say that the seeds that Paul sowed fell on rocky soil.
And yet, that would not be true. Here we are, reading the Gospels and Paul’s letters and trying to discern the best way to be sowers for the Kingdom of God. Here we are, 5,470 miles away from Paul’s mission field, thousands of years later.
Today’s Gospel is full of grace—particularly if we drop the explanation. There’s more than one way to sow a seed and more than one harvest that might be produced. What one generation determines to be a low yielding crop might actually produce 100 fold when we look back across time and space. Soil that’s difficult for one crop might be fertile for others.
Happily, God’s abundance means a wide variety of chances: chances for us as seeds, chances for us as soil, chances for the Kingdom of God to come near to us, whether we’re trapped in stony paths or wrapped in thorny brambles or ready to flourish in well fertilized soil. The word of God will germinate in ways that will surprise and delight us, and ways that will change across one person’s lifespan and across all of human history. Seeds can find a way to sprout in and through concrete; the word of God is even more resilient and determined to find a way to grow in each and every one of us.
Saturday, July 11, 2026
Music Week Ends
A week ago, I'd be doing the last tasks to get ready for Music Week: the cleaning, the final shopping, he laundry, some cooking. I was grateful to have so much in place--food in the fridge, clean clothes--because the pace of Music Week feels more jam-packed every year.
Friday, July 10, 2026
Thursday Night Hymn Festival
Last night we all headed over to St. James Episcopal Church in Hendersonville, about 15 miles away. We trooped over there for the Music Week Hymn Festival.
Thursday, July 9, 2026
Thursday Weariness
I am weary this morning, but in a good way--in several good ways:
--I've gotten to hear a lot of good singing/music and even done some singing myself.
--I've seen a lot of folks: old friends, family members, people I recognize from past years. I've had lots of conversation.
--The work still needs to be done: grading, sermon writing, thinking about papers due in a few weeks.
--I've done more sketching than usual.
--We've started every morning with a vigorous walk.
--Each day since Sunday has contained one worship service, and usually 2. And they are so well done.
--There's been Bible study: villains in the Bible (the serpent, the Pharoah, David, and today, the Crowd).
--We've had good food. Much of it was pre-prepped, but it still needs to come out of the refrigerator and go back in.
--I am thankful for the dishwasher, which we've used twice a day most days.
I am thankful for this time out of time, this time that reminds me that there's more to life than maintenance of body and of structures.
Wednesday, July 8, 2026
Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel
The readings for Sunday, July 12, 2026:
First Reading: Isaiah 55:10-13
First Reading (Semi-cont.): Genesis 25:19-34
Psalm: Psalm 65:[1-8] 9-14 (Psalm 65:[1-8] 9-13 NRSV)
Psalm (Semi-cont.): Psalm 119:105-112
Second Reading: Romans 8:1-11
Gospel: Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23
This Gospel returns us to one of my favorite metaphors: the seed. When I first read this Gospel lesson as a child, I read it as an indictment of the seeds. Clearly some were just bad or worthless. Now, as an adult, I see this Gospel as being primarily about the ground. We've all got lots of potential, but some of us just aren't in the right kind of ground to flourish.
Unlike seeds, we can move. I'm not necessarily talking about a literal move, although the idea of moving to be near a great religious community doesn't strike me as absurd, the way it once did. Many of us move for much more stupid reasons.
But let's be realistic. We have obligations: mortgages, jobs, families. Many of us are as rooted as huge trees. However, there are still many things we can do to enrich the soil in which we find ourselves.
We are living in a time of all sorts of online opportunities, and many of them are free. We could spend all of our Sundays--and a good part of our Mondays--watching various religious services that have been livestreamed and then recorded for later viewing. We can attend all sorts of conferences virtually, and many of those conferences are offered for free or at substantially reduced rates. We can watch great musicians play their instruments at close proximity.
Tuesday, July 7, 2026
Music Week Day 1: The Contrasts and the Contradictions
The last 24 hours have been full of contrasts. On the one hand, it was the first full day of Music Week at Lutheridge:
--Monday began with a long walk with the S. Florida church friend who is staying with us for the week. Up and down hills, but I didn't really notice them because the conversation was deep and meaningful.
--Morning worship was also deep and meaningful. I LOVED this prayer of the day: "On the night he was betrayed, Jesus took bread, not revenge. He offered bread to feed and to forgive. On the night he was betrayed, Jesus took a basin of water to sooth [sic], liberate, and heal. Help us, so washed and fed, to do the same."
--My inner English major was intrigued by the above spelling error, which made me think of soothsaying, which I continued to think about all day.
--My inner English major also was there for Bible study, which will take us to some villains in the Bible. We began with one of the biggest, the serpent in the Garden of Eden. One participant talked about the devil possessing the serpent, which sent me to the text, which reminded me that it's not in the text. Ah, Milton, how your version has taken over everything we think we know about the story--which is what I said, in more non-English-major accessible form.
--One of our last questions for Bible study was "What does the serpent get out of this?" I keep misspelling serpent, and this morning, I thought about serpent and repent, and now I want to write a poem, "The serpent repents."
--I was there for general choir rehearsal. From the very beginning, this group can sing. They sounded amazing, like they had been practicing for weeks, instead of just beginning together.
--The director has interesting ways of describing what he wants: "You just sang the color dusty rose. But it was the dusty rose of a piece of tuille or a curtain so faded you can see through it. Now try it as a deeper rose color." I immediately thought of a creative writing class idea, having students write a description and me bringing in different fabrics and colors and saying, "Now write it this way."
--We had good meals together at our house. The prep work was easy because I did most of it in advance. It's becoming clear that I have prepared too much food--happily, much of it is freezable.
All of yesterday happened against a back drop of World Cup drama, both the games themselves, and the rumors of a phone call pressuring the officials to change a decision about red cards. And then, this morning, the U.S. team lost anyway.
I got up this morning to news not only of that sports/political development/scandal, but also of the one in Maine. If I left that sentence standing by itself, would future me remember which scandal I'm referring to? In the interest of history, let me note that there are new rape charges against the Democratic candidate for Senate. The charges that were already known (inappropriate sexting, inappropriate use of force against girlfriends) by the time of the primary would have been more than enough to disqualify him in the not-so-distant past. Sigh.
I don't have a pithy way to end this post. After all, if we're lucky, every given day is full of these contrasts if we just know to look: deep friendship and deep spirituality and the farcical elements of modern life particularly the political bits and pieces, along with song and sustenance of all sorts.

