In the readings for Sunday July 13th we have the parable of the sower (Matthew 13:1-23)that is so rich with meaning. In that parable,shared with people who knew about farming,there are two main elements the sower and the soil. Who is the sower? God is and those who speak God’s word to the earth and its people. Jesus the Christ is sowing God’s word in every parable and teaching and action. And all of us who share the word with one another by word and deed as Jesus did, are also sowers. And who or what is the soil? Beyond the metaphors of actual earth where seeds may fall, it falls in us. We are the soil and we are also part of an environment where the seeds fall. And this outside environment is a given in some ways, we did not create it and it surrounds us, but we can,as children of God, also choose it and change it with the freedom God has given us.

The first reading from Isaiah 55:10-11 tells us that just as rain and snow water the earth making it fertile and fruitful and producing the seeds to be sown, God’s word goes forth and achieves the ends for which it is sent, including making us fertile and fruitful in building the kin-dom (world-wide all inclusive family of God) with God. The response in the Psalm(65) is beautiful: God has prepared the land and the grain, “softening it with showers and blessing its yield”. Even the “untilled meadows overflow with God’s bounty…They shout and sing for joy”. Below we share Rev. Beverly Bingle’s homily which focuses on the earth and the stewardship that is needed so it will indeed be able to sing for joy and not cry out in pain-so that it can be an environment for fertile growth.The second reading (Romans 8: 18-23)is in tune with Rev. Bev’s concern for our care for the earth as well: “We know that all creation is “groaning in labor pains…and we ourselves also groan within ourselves…” Paul is saying that all of creation should be freed from corruption (that which leads to death) and “would come to share in the glorious freedom of the children of God”. God wants full life for all of God’s creation, for the earth, the planet,and yes, the cosmos, and all living things including us, God’s beloved people.

The sower sows the seeds everywhere, not only on the carefully prepared ground. And yet, when the ground is well prepared the seeds grow and bear fruit in phenomenal ways. I love that the seed is strewn everywhere. I grew up in the inner-city, in Brooklyn, New York, but we loved every bit of our little front yard and back yard and looked forward each Spring to every and anything that grew there. My Grandmother also had a flower box on the window sill. Whatever Grandma grew took hold no matter what the odds, including me. (Anyone who has read my book the House on Sunny Street(Americastarbooks.com)knows that there were many odds against me but nothing could hold back my faith and my growth that was watered with love, family,church and community strength). Grandma shared cuttings of her plants with all her friends and neighbors. Once a pot of tulips,a mother’s day gift, that were ready for planting in her box fell off the stoop and landed in the cellar below. Somehow it was not picked up and it was forgotten. We never entered the cellar from the outside. After a long winter, I was playing stick ball with my friends and the ball hit the side of my stoop and bounced down our long cellar stairs. I went down to get it and found beautiful tulips blooming in the thin caked dirt and debris. Grandma helped me carefully unearth them and finally planted them in her welcoming flower box where they were the talk of the neighborhood. From that moment on I learned that wonderful things can bloom even in the shallowest of earth. And, so like the sower I cast my seeds, my God given and inspired words everywhere, knowing they can bloom even when the ground is not prepared.

But why would we as “the soil” that the word is to grow in choose not to be prepared when we can indeed help ourselves to become fruitful in building God’s kin-dom? How do we tend the roots to strengthen them? For some of us who receive the word with joy, “setbacks and persecution come” and we fall away (Matt 13: 21). We get it,sure, but we don’t want the hassle. Somehow we thought only good things would happen to us when we welcomed God’s kin-dom within us. We believed in a “gospel of prosperity” that Jesus never preached or lived. When life dealt its inevitable blows,when storms came, our fairy story religion did not hold-when it became hard to care for,when love had to exist with pain and struggle, we simply left the garden.

Our people face violence and poverty and illness. They face illness without adequate health care,or, for some, any health care. It is hard to praise God, when you hurt badly in your own body and for your family members. Yet, every Sunday my heart is lifted by people who hurt and still love and spread the word, and live the caring and sharing of the Gospel. Yes, I know who is not there, but it is those who are there that lift my heart and keep me sharing the word. Some hurt and leave. Some hurt and grow and embrace others. How beautiful they bloom.

What are those weeds and the thorns that choke out the new growth? What environments are not conducive to growth? We all get the message, but “anxieties and the lure of wealth choke off the message and it produces no fruit”(Matt 13:22). Jesus really did mean it when he told the “rich young ruler” to give away his goods to the poor and follow him. The early church shared its goods and none wanted for anything. That is hardly the church of today. Pope Francis is teaching and showing that simplicity and an even distribution of this worlds goods is necessary for Christ followers. There are many ways to do this. In the last few days people who followed Christ bought and gave entire home furnishings so that homeless women could start life again with new beds and household furnishings. We were also given a grant from The Father’s Table Foundation and ongoing donations from churches and individuals so this could happen and also so that our youth could see plays and visit educational and recreational settings-so they could avoid the streets and live. This sharing of money and goods directly with those who do not have is so beautiful. And yet as Pope Francis says it is the systemic nature of poverty(in America, Central America and everywhere) that must be challenged and changed. The church should have a major role in this change.

And finally, the people we surround ourselves with can either help the seeds of the word to grow in us or they can choke it out. With my teens, so called friends that actually work hard to pull them down, are a major concern. The gangs and drug sellers compete actively for new recruits. Our kids have to be strong to walk away. For poor kids drug money is one way to leave poverty. And early pregnancy seems a road to a certain kind of status. It does not compute that jail and addictions and the responsibility for children may also follow. For many kids who do come from homes where there is plenty, church is not “fun” and not attended. Parents seem to give up and not even try to find a church environment where their kids could thrive and grow. I thank God for our parents who bring their kids instead of sending them,and who expect and encourage a God-connection from their kids. Our particular kids have been great in dodging the bullets. But it is not easy.

In all of our lives there are those we listen to and look up to that pull us away from a life of service and compassion toward a life of taking care of number one. Maybe we can stop a moment and reflect: is my environment and my friendship group conducive to growing as a Christ follower? If not, maybe I can reach out and find a place to grow. Then my yield too can be a hundred fold- and the kin-dom of God will grow exponentially.
Amen.
Rev. Dr. Judy Lee,
Co-Pastor Good Shepherd Inclusive Catholic Community of Fort Myers

LIKE THESE FLOWERS AND OUR BEAUTIFUL YOUTH LEADER ,EFE JANE CUDJOE, LET US BLOOM AND GROW!

And now Rev. Dr. Bev. Bingle’s Homily

Today’s parable of the sower
begins the third section of Matthew’s gospel,
where he pulls together seven parables
that have to do with the “kingdom of God,”
variously translated as “heaven’s imperial rule”
or “companionship of empowerment”
or, as we are wont to say here at Holy Spirit, “kin-dom of God.”
Today’s parable was first circulated without any explanations;
they came with the second or third generation of Christians.
So, for example, the idea that Jesus’ followers
have some sort of secret understanding
is alien to Jesus but typical of gnostic influences of a later time.
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The scholars of the Jesus Seminar voted
that Jesus would not have said most of today’s reading
but that he probably said something like verses 3 through 8:

“One day, a farmer went out sowing seed.
Some of the seed landed on a footpath,
where birds came and ate it up.
Some of the seed fell on rocky ground,
where there was little soil.
This seed sprouted at once since the soil had no depth,
but when the sun rose and scorched it,
it withered away for lack of roots.
Again, some of the seed fell among thorns,
and the thorns grew up and choked it.
And some of it landed on good soil, and yielded a crop
thirty, sixty, even a hundred times what was sown.

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We ask who, in this parable, the sower is.
What’s the meaning of the footpath, and the rocky ground,
and the shallow soil, and the thorns?
What’s the good ground?
The Gospel writers gave explanations
that related to what was happening
in each of their communities at the time they wrote.
What does this parable of the kin-dom tell us today?
How are we to read it in light of the signs of our times?
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First, there’s a lesson in inclusion here.
Suppose that, in the kin-dom of God metaphor, God is the sower.
God sows the seed on all types of ground, without discrimination.
A good lesson there:
Jesus’ message that the kin-dom is within us is for everyone.
And there’s a lesson about God’s prodigal generosity.
The seed is sown everywhere, not just in some places.
Then there’s a lesson about preparation.
If the ground—would that be us?—isn’t ready, isn’t prepared,
the seed will not thrive.
If it is prepared, the seed produces bountifully.
And there’s a lesson about perseverance, too.
No matter what kind of ground, it does what it can,
according to its own makeup, its own nature and gifts—
even if it will choke the seed or let it be baked in the sun.
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Those applications of the parable are good.
We can gain wisdom and guidance from their proverbial truth.
But there’s another application that is critically urgent,
given the signs of our times.
For decades scientists have been finding
growing environmental challenges to our home planet.
They call it global warming and climate change,
environmental pollution, degradation, and destruction.
Some “deniers” look at the increasing incidence of extremes
and say it’s nothing new.
They ignore the science, and they miss the signs of the times:
the increasingly devastating cyclones, tornadoes, typhoons,
forest fires, the extremes of heat and cold, the melting ice cap.
Looking at those signs in light of today’s parable makes it obvious
that we are literally destroying the good ground
where God’s word can take root and grow.
Rocky ground, parched land, shallow topsoil—yes,
destroyed by deforestation, drought, floods, agricultural runoff.
Our farming practices are just one part of the problem. Multinational
corporations like Monsanto
produce genetically modified seed—GMOs—
to survive the chemicals in Roundup,
the herbicide they sell that poisons the soil to kill weeds
and make mega-farming more profitable.
McDonald’s lust for profit—and our lust for cheap beef—
bring deforestation to South America
and deprive indigenous peoples of their land and livelihood. As long
ago as 1991 Lawrence Summers of the World Bank
wrote that it would be economically logical
to locate “dirty” industries in the least developed countries
because, he said, under-populated countries in Africa
are vastly under-polluted.
In 2014 it’s happening—
we are dumping our waste in the Third World,
where the people do not have the resources to protest.
Our immoral way of life is killing the earth.
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But it’s not just corporate greed that’s doing it.
It’s our lifestyle.
We plant grass, fertilize it with chemicals,
spray it with weed killers, water it to keep it green;
then we mow it down and haul the clippings to a dump.
Just one hour of gas-powered lawn mowing
produces as much pollution as four hours of driving a car.
We use chemicals and fertilizers that run off into the river
and end up causing the algae bloom that’s killing our lake.
At a meeting I attended last week the host organization
offered water to the attendees—
a plastic bottle filled with water from
the municipal water supply of Plymouth, Michigan.
Every second 1500 water bottles
end up in landfills or in the ocean; that’s 64.8 million a day.
In the Pacific Ocean an area the size of Texas,
known as the Great Pacific Garbage Patch,
is a swirling mass of plastic trash.
We demand a comfortable lifestyle for as little money as possible—
air conditioning, heat, light, cars, stuff.
The hidden costs to the environment are passed on to the poor
in depleted environments, dangerous habitats,
and threatened health—and ultimately to our grandchildren
and all the grandchildren of the world.
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What can we do?
In missionary work there’s an understanding
that you can’t preach the word to people
when they’re starving, sick, oppressed, naked, or wounded.
That’s the basis for Saint Francis of Assisi saying,
“Preach the Gospel at all times,
and when necessary, use words.”
Today’s Gospel can be a warning to us—
if we do not take action to protect the land,
the kin-dom of God will not take root among us.
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A cottonwood tree volunteered itself in my yard.
I didn’t identify it right away—looked a lot like the pear nearby.
Once I realized what it was, it was already 20 feet high,
and I thought to cut it down because it wasn’t part of my plan.
But I’ve decided to keep it,
along with the locust that sprouted this year.
Those two trees will be part of what I do to “reforest” Toledo,
adding just a bit of cleaner air and cooler climate.
Along with that, I’m resolved to examine my lifestyle
for other ways that I can lighten my carbon footprint—
and my methane footprint and plastic footprint,
and all those other footprints that contribute to climate change.
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Even more than that,
our Social Concerns Ministry is planning a video series
to raise awareness of this environmental crisis.
We’ll gather at the Big Boy after the 5:30 Mass this weekend
to begin to choose videos and to decide, among other things,
how we’ll take part in the People’s Climate March
when it goes through Toledo September 24.
It’s a global problem, and it’s a moral problem,
but it’s caused by the habits of individuals… like us.
We can make a difference.
The Gospel requires it of us.

—
Holy Spirit Catholic Community
at 3535 Executive Parkway (Unity of Toledo)
Saturdays at 4:30 p.m.
Sundays at 9 a.m.
Sundays at 5:30 p.m.
http://www.holyspirittoledo.org

Rev. Dr. Bev Bingle, Pastor

The readings for today are among the most comforting and hopeful of our Sunday readings.
They speak hope of peace in time of war( Zechariah 9: 9-10). They speak of a God of compassion who lifts up the falling (Psalm 145).They speak life while experiencing inner death( Romans 8:9,11-13). And they speak of Christ sharing the secrets of God’s ways with the simple,humble and young among us. They speak of rest for the weary and the overburdened laborer, and of Christ’s assistance in following God’s laws. They speak of rest for our very souls.(Matthew: 11:25-30). Each reading was for a very different audience in time and place, yet each speaks to us today.

The disciples of the prophet Zechariah living in a time of war and oppression under Greek domination in the 3rd or fourth Century BC (9:9) speaks of a time when peace will be proclaimed to the nations, when the Messianic Prince of Peace will come, not as an arrogant political ruler but as a just liberator, meek and riding on a donkey. The writers of the Gospels used this prophecy to describe Jesus’ ride into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday. How we still long for peace in our troubled world especially in the Near and Middle East as the very places where Jesus walked and taught are besieged by war that seems unending. And yet, the hope is clear. Perhaps we haven’t learned yet that war begets war, violence begets violence,terrorism begets more terrorism, and swords are best when beaten into plowshares. We haven’t learned how to follow the Prince of Peace when it means anti nuclear activism and courageous actions for peace like those of Sr.Megan Rice and the Plowshares Now three. We haven’t learned to be brave enough not to fight. The peace to be proclaimed is up to us.

War is a horrific way to live the way of death, but we can also live it within our daily lives and within ourselves. There are so many ways to choose death over life, every single day. Last Sunday was a day of rejoicing in our church for two reasons, one was that the congregation prayed for me and laid hands on me as I faced an exploratory procedure with a possibility of another cancer according to my symptoms. I felt their strong faith and love and their healing touch and surrounded by their prayers and so many other prayers,my worries fell away and I felt I would be okay. ( On Tuesday I learned that the culprit was not a tumor but a big jagged kidney stone doing its damage,and it was removed. I was never so happy to learn about a kidney stone in all of my days! I felt that my mortal body was brought again to life (Romans 8:11 and that the Spirit interceded for me when I didn’t even know how to pray(Romans 8:26)). Pearl Cudjoe, our wonderful sister hugged me after church and said to me”Pastor Judy, You will be fine this time”, and indeed I was. Oh, the faith of this people.

The other reason for joy last Sunday was that one of our teenagers joined a gang almost two years ago and his beautiful potential was eclipsed by guns, drugs and violence tragically affecting not only himself but his whole family. The family and our church walked a fine line of loving him and pulling him back without accepting his life threatening choices. I cannot enumerate the number of Sundays when we prayed for him. I cannot tell you how many tears his Grandmother, the family matriarch, shed. But last Sunday the door opened and he walked into our midst. He sat in the front row and when we prayed I held him in my arms and heard his prayers. We sang together “Here I am, Lord, Is it I Lord, I have heard you calling in the night. I will go Lord, if you lead me…” Our Elder who knew well the road the boy had chosen spoke lovingly and strongly to him. His family members shed tears of joy and smiled through the tears. As a congregation we rejoiced with him-as he was filled with life once again. In our older teen class we asked him “what made you return?”. He said, “I needed peace with God”. “Have you found it?” “”I have”. He knew deeply “The One who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you….(and) will also bring (you) to life (Romans 8: 11)”. We know this is an ongoing process, but it has begun.

“Come unto me,all you who are weary and burdened ,and I will give you rest” (Matt 11: 28.) Oh, the weariness of those who loved this young man and worked to hold on to him lest he slip away forever. We have had several killings by gunshot to mourn already this year. This time the rest Jesus promised came in the form of a young man starting to turn his life around in our very midst. You could literally hear us breathe out and let the anxiety for his life rest in Jesus’ arms. Our people have many burdens. They work very hard and make barely minimum wage. Many perform exhausting physical labor. They are physically tired and hardly dare to hope that things will get better. They carry a range of illnesses and constant pain. They struggle with just getting by in a land of plenty where other people seem to have everything and they do not know if they can pay both the rent and the electric bill. And yet, they trust and know the rest that Jesus promises here. They know the rest for their souls that comes in relationship with a compassionate and loving God who lifts up the falling and doesn’t add extra burdens to discipleship. They seek to follow Jesus and know the yoke is light because it is Jesus the Christ who works alongside them, carrying the burden, on the other side of the yoke. They, like the rural peasants Jesus spoke with on the mountain and the plain, in the hills and in the streets of the city, are the chosen ones who know that the ‘true religion’ Jesus represents is the law of love, in relationship with the God who is Love and the love of a faith community. At the end of the Mass, Pearl spoke up and asked that we make our last hymn “I’ve got the Joy, Joy,Joy ,Joy down in my heart” because of God’s promises and the return of our young man. And so we did!

Thanks be to God. Amen.
Pastor Judy Lee, ARCWP
CO_Pastor The Good Shepherd Inclusive Catholic Community
Fort Myers, Florida