“The RoseBouquet”

Because we don’t see it happening - it is done in secret, of course - we don’t see this manipulative, evil sower that comes scattering bad seed at night where the good seed had been sown openly. In Jesus’ second farming parable, He reveals how Satan works to sow bad seeds among the good just scattered.

When the farmer’s servant observed the weeds coming up too, he wanted to know if they should pull up the weeds.

The good farmer, representing the Lord, said no, but that at harvest time the weeds would be separated from the wheat, and the weeds would be burned.

Several spiritual parallels come to mind. When we evangelize by sharing the gospel, Satan is going to see that those same individuals quickly hear some false teaching or ideas too. They will be tempted to believe lies instead of the truth. In fact, some will believe those lies, causing them to sprout and grow into full-grown wrong ideologies.

Here’s another point; the Master Farmer, God, doesn’t want us to spend our time tearing those out. We might do damage to those in whom the gospel has taken root. Our focus should be on nurturing the good, knowing that God will deal with the bad in His own thorough way, in His own time.

This is not easy instruction to follow. When a friend or relative takes up with a false cult or doctrine, we feel we must force them to see the truth. We end up quarreling with them, and most times that causes them to shut their ears to the good news of Jesus Christ.

PRAYER: Oh Lord, how often I forget that it Your role to judge and decide who is in or out of Your kingdom. You have never delegated that job to us. But that doesn’t mean You want us to ignore those with false beliefs, do You? As I understand this now, we are to carry on with loving them, and nurturing faith in You. I’m so glad we can do this by Your precious Holy Spirit. We don’t do it alone. Amen.

+++++Jesus is my King+++++Jesus is my King+++++

Blessings on you Today!
Ruth Marlene Friesen

P.S. I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear, falling on my ear…. Ruthe’s Secret Roses, my novel, illustrates that dear song!