Terry

Murphy

Contributing Writer

Terry Murphy maintains a weekly blog on her website: www.tmurphywrites.com. Her articles and devotions have appeared in such magazines as The Upper Room, Mature Living, Bible Advocate Online and The Christian Communicator. She conducts workshops and speaks at retreats, teaching groups large and small around the Pacific Northwest. She and her husband live in Oregon, where their nest may be empty, but their hearts are being filled—with a love for new grandchildren who live too far away.

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Keep Hanging On

Sometimes I wonder why the farmer in Jesus’s parable of the sower in Mark 4:1-20 Once again Jesus began teaching by the lakeshore. A very large crowd soon gathered around him, so he got into a boat. Then he sat in the boat while all the people remained on the shore. He taught them by telling many stories in the form of parables, such as this one: "Listen! A farmer went out to plant some seed. As he scattered it across his field, some of the seed fell on a footpath, and the birds came and ate it. Other seed fell on shallow soil with underlying rock. The seed sprouted quickly because the soil was shallow. But the plant soon wilted under the hot sun, and since it didn't have deep roots, it died. Other seed fell among thorns that grew up and choked out the tender plants so they produced no grain. Still other seeds fell on fertile soil, and they sprouted, grew, and produced a crop that was thirty, sixty, and even a hundred times as much as had been planted!" Then he said, "Anyone with ears to hear should listen and understand." Later, when Jesus was alone with the twelve disciples and with the others who were gathered around, they asked him what the parables meant. He replied, "You are permitted to understand the secret* of the Kingdom of God. But I use parables for everything I say to outsiders, so that the Scriptures might be fulfilled:`When they see what I do, they will learn nothing.When they hear what I say, they will not understand.Otherwise, they will turn to me and be forgiven.'*" Then Jesus said to them, "If you can't understand the meaning of this parable, how will you understand all the other parables? The farmer plants seed by taking God's word to others. The seed that fell on the footpath represents those who hear the message, only to have Satan come at once and take it away. The seed on the rocky soil represents those who hear the message and immediately receive it with joy. But since they don't have deep roots, they don't last long. They fall away as soon as they have problems or are persecuted for believing God's word. The seed that fell among the thorns represents others who hear God's word, but all too quickly the message is crowded out by the worries of this life, the lure of wealth, and the desire for other things, so no fruit is produced. And the seed that fell on good soil represents those who hear and accept God's word and produce a harvest of thirty, sixty, or even a hundred times as much as had been planted!" OPEN VERSE IN BIBLE (nlt) wasted so much seed on sub-prime acreage. The stony portion of the field, for example, wasn’t a place that just needed a little rock removal. It was “ground where a quite thin surface of earth covers a rock,” according to the Commentary Critical and Explanatory on the Whole Bible.* In other words, those seeds fell on nothing more than a slab of dusty bedrock.

God’s promises have fallen on similar “tillage” in my heart where I despaired of ever producing a harvest. But even mountains manage to grow a crop of towering pines on nothing more than granite when seeds persist long enough to push through rock. I’ve found, even where my heart feels stony, I can still get it to yield something fruitful.

When we were putting our children through college, my financial faith felt as tenuous as a root trying to survive on a boulder. Our savings never seemed to match the requirements for getting them to graduation.

I held scriptures of God’s faithfulness to provide for us in my heart — promises such as 2 Corinthians 9:10-11 For God is the one who provides seed for the farmer and then bread to eat. In the same way, he will provide and increase your resources and then produce a great harvest of generosity* in you. Yes, you will be enriched in every way so that you can always be generous. And when we take your gifts to those who need them, they will thank God. OPEN VERSE IN BIBLE (nlt) , Philippians 4:19 And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus. OPEN VERSE IN BIBLE (nlt) , and many more. Though the word was sown in me, however, reality constantly threatened to break my hold on trust. Tomorrow’s fees were always looming over today’s inadequate bank account.

Growing Faith Bit by Bit

My faith wasn’t big or strong enough to believe for all the expenses at once, but I kept it alive by trusting God for one day’s bills at a time. When worry lifted its head, I refreshed myself daily (even hourly) by recalling those words of faithfulness, and they consoled and encouraged my heart like dewfall on dry roots.

Day by day, I marveled at how He met our needs. Sometimes a tax rebate arrived just in time. Sometimes a gift appeared in our mailbox. Sometimes there was an unexpected pay increase.

Money seemed to pass through our bank account more than it collected there, so I’m still not sure how it happened, but the bills were paid and both children graduated without going into debt. All the time I felt like the farmer in Mark 4:26-29 Jesus also said, "The Kingdom of God is like a farmer who scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, while he's asleep or awake, the seed sprouts and grows, but he does not understand how it happens. The earth produces the crops on its own. First a leaf blade pushes through, then the heads of wheat are formed, and finally the grain ripens. And as soon as the grain is ready, the farmer comes and harvests it with a sickle, for the harvest time has come." OPEN VERSE IN BIBLE (nlt) . I didn’t know how, but the ground seemed to be producing all by itself; first the sprout, then the ear, then the full corn in the ear. One thing I do know — my faith that God will provide for us is stronger than ever because my roots had time to go deep.

Faith sometimes takes hold slowly, like roots growing on rocky ground. Keeping His word fresh in our minds, like moisture consistently applied, keeps it alive. Stone-bound seeds kept moist long enough to grow roots attain a remarkable power. They slowly and steadily push against the rock as they grow, until they penetrate then crack it. Under that tiny but consistent pressure, the stone gradually crumbles and becomes the very soil the roots need.

God sows His seed where He wills — even where logic says it should not grow at all. If we will lay hold of His words and cling to them as to great treasure, those words will at last produce a harvest — sometimes 30, sometimes 60, and sometimes 100-fold.

*Jamieson, R., Fausset, A. R., & Brown, D. (1997). Commentary Critical and Explanatory on the Whole Bible. Oak Harbor, WA: Logos Research Systems, Inc.

Tenacious Seeds

A maple seed clung desperately to his tree, as the autumn wind pulled on him day after day. He grew increasingly anxious as seeds around him were ripped off and carried away. Squirrels terrified him as they leapt from branch to branch, snatching some of his neighbors as snacks.

“I shall be killed!” he wailed.

A breeze swirled around him, “Let go and you’ll be okay.”

“If I let go I’ll die!”

“Yes,” it whispered, puffing through the branches.

In the end, the maple seed’s grip failed and he surrendered himself to the forest floor.

“Help ...” Leaves waved at him as he spun to the ground.

The tree dropped her leaves and buried him. Animals trampled him. The ground gripped him and pulled him deep as his world grew dark and quiet. Birds no longer sang to him. The wind no longer stroked him. Rain filled every open space, snuffing out the air. He soaked in the mud until he bloated and swelled.

The ground grew colder as winter pierced the forest floor. As it froze, the earth around him expanded and pressed against his distended body. Cut off from light he lay dying.

By spring, cracks had breached his seed coat in the warming thaw; what had once protected the life within him lay disintegrated and in pieces around him. The seed was becoming little different that the dirt that buried him.

But then, he felt something stir within him. Pushing aside the last vestiges of his seed coat and pressing against the resisting earth, a burgeoning root drove its way out of his innermost being. It forced its way downward; shoving aside and then embracing the very particles of dirt that had imprisoned him.

A shoot broke out from him and thrust its way upward; slicing the ground, probing for light ... aching for light. Though tender enough to be crushed by a baby’s footfall, the blade drove its way relentlessly through dirt and rock.

One early dawn, the seed’s slim blade of green met a beam of sunlight. Birds sang to him again. Overhead, the maple tree clapped her hands. Once more the wind caressed him and welcomed him home.

“Where were you while I was in the dark?” he wept.

“I never left,” the wind answered.

“It was hard.”

“Yes.”

“I died alone.”

“Not alone, but yes. You died.”

“But ... I’m alive.”

“And now you have ... ?”

“Oh! Roots.”

“And?”

“A stem.”

“And soon, branches, leaves, bark and your own seeds. Now you will always be able to find water, and your head will be above the squirrels’ heads before many seasons are done. You will feed many creatures, and not only live long yourself, but produce more life.”

It was true. The seed had died. Yet, somewhere in the dark and silent soil, what he was had been swallowed up by what he had become.

"Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains by itself alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit." John 12:24 I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives. OPEN VERSE IN BIBLE (nlt) NASB

The Power of a Mentor

Sometimes we think we need to be high in the pecking order to make a significant difference in the world. However, one person can impact a nation without such credentials.

The books of Chronicles are all about King David and the sons who reigned after him. After David’s kingdom split in two, becoming Israel in the north and Judah in the south, the narrative becomes chapter after chapter of good king/bad king stories.

Israel was notorious for producing some pretty nasty kings, one of the worst being the great Ahab (husband of Jezebel). His bad influence drifted south when his sister Athaliah married Judah's King Jehoram.

The son of this marriage, Ahaziah, ruled in Judah briefly after his father died. He took naughty lessons from his mother, however, and proved to be a “bad ’un." Mercifully for the kingdom of Judah, he was assassinated in short order. Not so mercifully, his momma, Athaliah, used the opportunity to make her own power grab. She swept through the family attempting to kill off anyone with a claim to the throne.

God’s Secret Weapon: Mentors

Things looked bad for Judah, but God had a couple aces up His sleeve. Dead King Ahaziah had a sister. She had no claim to the throne, but she and her husband (a priest by the name of Jehoiada) rescued baby Joash (King Ahaziah's son) from the purge and tucked him out of sight.

Auntie and Uncle raised Joash in secret until the boy turned seven, when Uncle Jehoiada organized a conspiracy that set the boy on the throne and got rid of his crazy grandma at the same time.

Jehoiada spent the rest of his life standing at King Joash’s side. The one great legacy of Joash’s reign was restoring Solomon’s temple (thoroughly desecrated by that time by some thoroughly bad kings) and putting it back in service. The only reason he accomplished this, however, was because of his faithful Uncle Jehoiada’s influence. As long as the priest lived – and he lived 130 years – King Joash did what was pleasing to the Lord and the whole nation reaped the benefit.

Sadly, Joash went bad as soon as his uncle died, but I think that proves my point. The real hero of the story in 2 Chronicles 22-24 wasn’t the king, but his mentor. The strongest power for good in the land for all those years wasn’t the king who got the credit, but the mentor who took him under his wing, even at the risk of harming family connections.

What a testimony for the power of mentorship. Whom are you influencing in your life? To whom do you give advice and dole out counsel? You stand by and support and believe and pray for your charge to do right. Whether that person continues to do well or doesn't, remember the story of Jehoiada and Joash. Patiently, faithfully execute your influence for good. There’s a whole world of people who will thank you for it.