Sowing Seeds of Love: My Daughter Wrestles with a Sunday School Parable

We were sitting in a circle, children and teachers, listening to the storyteller before breaking into Sunday school classes. I was teaching, as I do once a month, and sitting beside my daughter, whom I had the privilege to teach that day. The storyteller was retelling the parable of the careless sower from Matthew 13.

“A sower went out to sow.  And as he sowed, some seeds fell on the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and they sprang up quickly, since they had no depth of soil.  But when the sun rose, they were scorched; and since they had no root, they withered away.  Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Other seeds fell on good soil and brought forth grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.  Let anyone with ears listen!”

As the lady in front of us spoke of hungry birds and rocky soil, I could see the sadness descending on my daughter’s face – the eyes holding back tears, the quivering frown.

I had been afraid of this.

We would soon divide into classrooms and I would explain this parable in more depth to my daughter and a few of her peers. I wondered if any of them would share the concerns I read behind my daughter’s anxious expression. I wondered to what extent my daughter’s concerns mirrored those I had had at her age, and for most of my life, when I heard these parables of Jesus.

The kingdom of heaven is like… scattered seeds, most of which don’t grow. It sure sounded, to my young ears, like Jesus was telling a story first of those who didn’t make it to heaven before telling a story of those who did. Some seeds never had a chance; taken by birds. Were those seeds like my atheist father, no depth of faith in which to take root? How was that the fault of the seeds, and how was their fate fair, I had often wondered.

Some seeds landed in rock, taking root quickly but withering in the sun. Lazy seeds, that didn’t want to do the hard work of remaining faithful through rough times. Fair-weather Christians, who abandon God when things get rough, those who “stopped praying or going to church,” as my teacher’s guide said. That had never made sense to me either. Faith was supposed to be something we didn’t have to work for, right? It was supposed to be a gift… but it was one I was never sure I had received. I didn’t want to abandon God, but I was afraid and ashamed to admit that faith felt like work to me. It didn’t come naturally. Fear of what might happen to me if a God I didn’t know if I could believe in actually existed, and what might happen to my father and anyone else who didn’t believe, tugged at me often.

Some seeds fell among thorns, where the cares of the world choked out their life. I was determined not to let that happen to me, though I never quite understood what that meant. As a child, there really was nothing I wanted more than the assurance that God was there and that God loved me and loved everyone.  But fear of my own doubt played tug of war with my desire for a loving God. If God was real, if God was love, what was hell, and what did it mean for nonbelievers, I wondered. If there was a God, I was going to spend my life trying to believe, working out my salvation with fear and trembling. Lots of fear and trembling and doubt.

Were those fears nagging at my daughter? My husband and I are raising her in the faith we have both found through our winding paths of doubt: faith in God who is Love and universal, unconditional salvation from hatred, fear, and violence.  But there are other ideas of God out there, and the roads children take must someday diverge from those of their parents, even if the destination is ultimately the same. My daughter had never expressed doubt to me. I hoped she knew that she could.

But I also knew her tender heart, and I knew her fears were not only for herself, if she had any fears for herself at all.

“Can you think of people who might value things more than God? Like being rich or famous or popular?” the lady was asking. Some of the children talked about things that could distract people from God. In the sea of faces surrounding me, I didn’t see the same concern on anyone’s face as I saw on my daughter’s. It reminded me of when I had felt alone in my doubts. Bravely, she raised her hand and the teacher gestured for her to speak.

“Well,” my daughter hesitated, hiding the pain in her voice as best she could, “some people act like they don’t care what God thinks. Some people act like bullies. But I don’t think anyone is all bad. Everyone has good inside them. I think everyone can grow and become better if we just have love…”

The storyteller quickly agreed with her, but the story she had told had opened up these doubts and anxieties. I had anticipated this. Before we broke into groups, I took my daughter aside for a moment.

“Are you afraid for the seeds in this story that didn’t grow?” I asked her. She nodded, a few tears spilling from her eyes. I gave her a hug.

“Everything is all right,” I said. “I am so proud of you for your love and concern. That’s God’s seed growing inside you. When we get to the classroom, I’ll explain more.”

There weren’t other students sitting in the area marked for my daughter’s grade level, and before we broke up into our grade-level groups, I briefly wondered if my daughter would be the only student, as she had occasionally been before. Then there would be time for a deep conversation about this story that had caused me so much anxiety as a child. I wanted to tell my daughter that the seeds are God’s love, and God scatters love generously, and even if love doesn’t always flourish in our environments, God’s love is there for us. I wanted to tell her that the kingdom of God is not far away but in our hearts, and that though it is there for us when we die, it is also within us right now. I wanted to tell her that some hearts receive God’s love even before they’re ready for it, but we can help nurture that love for all people, so all seeds can grow. I wanted to tell her that the tears in her eyes were a sign that she was nourishing the love of God so much in her own heart that it would spill out to others.

But as we walked to our classroom, more people joined us. Now I would have to go back to my original lesson plan, which was to tell a few more parables and then have the children play parable charades. They would act out heaven being like a treasure buried in a field, or yeast that makes bread rise, or a net full of fish! This plan was much more about breadth than depth.

“Ok,” I told myself. “Just make it clear that God loves everyone, and that heaven is open to all.”

We came into the classroom, myself and an assistant, my daughter, and three other friends. We had about six short parables to read, including the one we had just gone over, before the kids would get to play. There was no time for a long discussion.

But just after we reviewed the parable about the farmer and the seeds, my daughter raised her hand.

“Mom, the point of this story is that the seeds that land in the good soil should help the seeds that land in the bad soil, so that they can all grow together, right?”

After church that day, I would tell her that some people go through years of seminary and even preaching without learning that lesson so well. But in that moment, I just gave her a big smile.

“Yes. Yes it is.”

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2 replies
  1. justin synnestvedt
    justin synnestvedt says:

    I respectfully offer another interpretation. (In fact, there is always an interpretation involved – ‘Jesus always spoke in parables’ – as the text says.) But with his disciples, parables are not always needed. It seems they can ‘understand’. But why is that? How are they different? I think all the follow-up discussion of this parable in the text, and Jesus references to Old Testament texts can put this idea into perspective. Let me suggest the way of reading it that I learned from the theology of Swedenborg.
    Seeds are not people. Neither are they love. Rather, seeds are the truth (or, if you wish, The Truth). That Truth – the deepest truth, which is described in the first verses of John’s gospel (“In the beginning was the Word”, etc.) – is never obvious on the literal surface level of scriptures, whatever fundamentalists might believe.
    The soil is a human mind. The conditions of the soil (warmth, moisture, stoney ground, weeds, etc.) are mental conditions – things that permit or hinder The Truth from producing spiritual development and good outcomes in the world (i.e. fruit). The most important conditions, necessary and sufficient, is to have receptive heart; it’s a function of what we care about, not a smart intellect. We can receive the Word only if we believe it comes from God, and should be applied to our lives, by being of service to others. Just ‘believing’ is not enough. Acting is needed. The Lord gives the Word because we need it to be happy. This gift reflects divine love. But we have to receive it willingly, for it to affect our lives. We can reflect that love when we give to others.
    Thanks for your stimulating story.

    • Lindsey Paris-Lopez
      Lindsey Paris-Lopez says:

      Thank you, Justin. I appreciate your interpretation, and I will have to look further into the theology of Swedenborg.

      I agree that the seeds are not people, and I came to understand that as I grew older, though I wrote about my childhood anxieties in this article. I also agree that the soil is the human mind… and heart. The openness to God’s Word is the main point. What I understand now, however, is that the heart and mind go through different stages. Sometimes we are not receptive because of our worries or fears, sometimes we are not ready for the difficulty of following… but when we are ready, when our hearts and minds are receptive, God’s love does incredible things. I still interpret the seeds as God’s Love… God’s Love is God’s truth is God’s Word. Jesus is the “Word made flesh,” God’s incarnation… and we know that God is Love. If you hesitate to use the word “love,” I wonder if it’s because our understanding of love is so limited and God’s Love is so vast.

      And yes, believing is not enough. God’s seed growing in our hearts produces action. It produces the love that we reflect and give to others.

      I think my daughter is right to say that the point of the story is that the seeds that land in good soil help the seeds that land in bad… because when God’s love lands in a receptive heart, is reflected back to the world in the actions of the person in whom it grows. That love helps till the soil of other hearts, so that the seeds that are already waiting there can have the conditions necessary to grow.

      Thank you for helping me consider my own interpretation more deeply in light of yours.


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