Jesus put before them another parable: ‘The kingdom of heaven may be compared to someone who sowed good seed in his field; but while everybody was asleep, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and then went away. So when the plants came up and bore grain, then the weeds appeared as well. And the slaves of the householder came and said to him, “Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where, then, did these weeds come from?” He answered, “An enemy has done this.” The slaves said to him, “Then do you want us to go and gather them?” But he replied, “No; for in gathering the weeds you would uproot the wheat along with them. Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.” ’
God, you scatter seeds of hope, abundance, and new life.
But we have mixed some of our own seeds—
seeds of fear, greed, apathy.
Then seeing our mistake, we have tried to purify the garden,
we have pushed out brothers and sisters,
built walls that isolate, and made rules that hurt.
Forgive our anxious weeding, O God,
and help us repair the garden of your kingdom.
Show us how to cultivate fruitfulness and hospitality,
a place of peace and grace.
Teach us to trust your skill, master gardener,
and to see your kingdom come.