The Parable of the Sower

by Dallin H. Oaks

I have thought a lot about this parable and his talk.

What kind of soil do I have around my heart?  Has my soil become hard like the Wyoming clay in my back yard?  I hope not.  The only thing that grows here is… well, weeds.  Unless someone puts a whole lot of effort into it.  I’m talking persistence, sweat, tears, and knowledge.  It takes hard work to get anything to grow here.

So I should remember that my testimony needs hard work and constant nourishment if I want it to thrive and grow.

2 thoughts on “The Parable of the Sower

  1. This often comes across as a terribly harsh story. At first glance, we look around and assume we’re the thriving plants, unlike those others who have, often through no fault of their own, fallen into hard times.
    And then, if we look the other way, we might even feel resentment for those other plants that are thriving more than we are. Maybe even more authentically?
    As I said, a harsh story, even as we look at ourselves individually and our walk in faith. But if we look further, we can see we’re not alone. Even in an arid environment like Wyoming, plants work in groups, cross-pollinating especially. And let’s not overlook the sower, who no doubts whats every seed to rise and be abundant.
    So how do we play a role in assuring that ALL the seeds thrive? Not just align with our denominational identity, either, but rather sink roots and blossom in divine love?
    Now it’s a powerful story, full of charge and challenge.

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