Constrictor
Last Spring, while eating lunch at a local restaurant, Mrs. MZM and I decided to partake of the nice weather and enjoy our meal on their beautiful, vine-covered patio. We chose a table next to one of the poles supporting the sunshade roof.
After settling in, I noticed this vine growing out of a pot next to us. It kinda caught my attention because of the way the thing seemed to coil around itself like a small, wooden boa constrictor. (Very spooky, eating next to this thing, I’ll tell ya. I kept an eye on it the whole time, just in case it suddenly took a liking to my bacon cheeseburger. Or, er, me.)
But still, it’s an interesting object, don’cha think? The way it spirals and coils around that branch as if tryin’ to choke the life out of it!
When I see something like this, I’m often reminded of a classic story from the Bible known as the Parable of the Sower.
The Parable of the Sower
Here’s how it reads in the Gospel of Matthew, chapter 3, verses 3-8: “A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.”
See, back in those days, when a farmer planted his seed, he couldn’t just go out to the barn and fire up the ol’ John Deere, y’know. Nope, he had to go out and work his fields the old fashioned way, hitchin’ up the oxen (if he was rich enough to own a pair – or maybe renting ‘em from Mordecai’s Rent-an-Ox) to do the plowing. And, they spread the seeds by hand.
Naturally, the idea was to get as much seed into the good, well-prepared ground as possible. But as the story illustrated, along the edges of the fields some would inevitably fall on the well-packed paths where birds could easily make a meal of ‘em. Some fell among the stones and sprouted, but quickly died from the hot sun with no soil to give them nourishment. Some of the seed fell and even took root among the weeds and brambles that grew along the outside of the tilled areas, but any possible growth was choked by the strangling growth.
On the other hand, the seed that fell on good ground, well, it grew and produced like crazy: 30-, 60-, even a hundredfold! Now that’s some good seed!
I’ll tell ya; it’s a great analogy, even today. Like any good parable (which is a story with Spiritual significance), nearly all of the elements of this story are metaphors. Jesus had to clear it up a few verses later, explaining to his slightly befuddled Disciples the seed was God’s word, and the field was the human heart. The various places the seed fell are indicative of some of the obstacles to the goal of spreading the Word.
Thus, the “good ground” meant a heart ready to receive and understand His message – and enjoy the benefits thereof – while the hard, stony ground on the foot paths was like a heart that had “hardened” itself to God’s Word. Likewise, landing in weeds and thorns might allow the seed to sprout, but eventually they choked the life and vitality out of them anyway.
Is Something Chokin’ YOUR Life?
Anyway, like I said, this vine reminded me of that story, and got me to thinkin’. (I hate it when that happens; you never know where it might lead, y’know?) Was there anything in my own life, I wondered, causing the main thing to no longer be the main thing?
I mean, I’m full of good ideas, y’know? But what is it that keeps me from doin’ what I need to do to turn my dreams into reality? That’s the crux of the matter, wouldn’t ya say?
Now, needless to say, this is a somewhat personal battle, so don’t go expecting any details or anything. (Besides, if anything interesting turns up, it’ll probably come up anyway in a future post!) But the question is also a valid one for you too, don’cha think?
So what about it, y’all? Is there anything in your life that’s sorta strangling the life out of what you SHOULD be doing? Is it time to get the shears out and, like Indiana Jones clearing a path through the jungle, whack those choking vines away?
Food for thought?
NOTE: This is yet another entry in our current What I Learned From… project. The topic this month is the World of Plants, and there’s still time for you to join us, y’all; all you have to do is follow that link and read all about it. But you better hurry; it closes to entries Sunday night, August 9!
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Photo: Constrictor, by Robert Hruzek
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10 responses so far






Hi Robert, The parable of the seeds is timeless. Kind of goes along with what you talked about earlier in the week about being observant. You’ve got to pay attention to the soil. Our back yard is a good example – we let down our guard for a couple days and the weeds and grubs move in fast, as if they’re laying in wait just to trip us up.
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@Brad – That’s the fact, Brad; you can’t turn your back on the garden or who knows WHAT’ll come up instead of those nice plants you thought you had! I’ve got a whole section right now that’s full of weeds – and fightin’ back with everything they got. *sigh*
Hmmm… definitely something to think about, Robert!
Having only recently figured out where I need to be and the steps to get there, I can vouch for the fact that there are plenty of strangling vines that I need to start cutting back.
Now where did I put those secateurs….
Amy
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@Amy – Start whacking, Amy, but be sure you don’t lose something important!
Robert, in our daily life, there are many things that hold us back from taking the risk. To me, life is short and we should try to embrace ourselves to do some different stuffs, as long as you stick with the rules!
Robert,
Those strangling vines can have different sizes – some bigger, and some smaller. Some of them need a sharp axe, and some can be cut off by a pair of scissors. I haven’t met the bigger ones lately, but some of the smaller ones are still around. Well, I am going to fetch my scissors now!
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Robert — I liked this story and how you weaved the plant, the Parable of the Sower with the message that it is important to check in with our lives every once in awhile to make sure we’re not being squeezed! Your writing makes me smile every time I read a post. Thanks:~)
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@Sara – Why thank you, Sara! Now you’ve made ME smile! A tip o’ the hat to ya!
I like this parable a lot as I see it happen in the lives of those who I share the gospel with, sometimes the word of God just falls on stoney ground or gets snatched by Satan or gets tangled by the cares of the world, ie what I may have to give up, start doing or what will people think of me?
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@Costa del – I know what you mean; the problem I have with the Gospel is, well, it kinda steps my MY toes a lot, y’know? :-\