The Wheat Continues
The wheat is still in the field. They are still young sprouts.... "Hey
friend!" says one stalk to a "new" neighbor. "Where did you come from?"
The "new" neighbor looked at the stalk with a rough, gloating glare. "I was put
here a while back by my farmer. He wanted me and some of my friends who are here
also, to help you guys grow right!"
"Oh?" said the wheat stalk. "Just how are you supposed to do that?" he then
asked. "Well," said the stranger, "If you will let me, and if your farmer will
allow it, I can help you to see things that would be unknown to you other wise.
I can teach you things of great value to you, for growing strong and healthy.
Actually, they are things your farmer would not tell you, because he does not
want you to really get as good as you could."
"Well, that is strange?" said the wheat. "The farmer told us he has a special
purpose for us. Why would he not tell us about you? I am just going to have to
ask him myself. This is strange?"
"NO...." said the stranger. "Don't ask him. He will not be honest with you any
way. Just do what I tell you, and you can surprise him with your growth and
strength!"
"Well, I don't know," said the wheat. "Let me think on this a bit!"
The wheat thought and thought. He found it strange that his farmer did not tell
him these things. He decided to ask the farmer next time he was out in the
field. A few days later, his other neighbor, another wheat stalk was enjoying
the sun, and just talking up a storm. "Boy, am I glad I listened when farmer
told us about these "tares" who moved in next door to us!" he said. "I am not
prejudiced or that, but these guys have some real strange ideas of right and
wrong! Hey Jim, what was it farmer called them? "Weeds?"
"Yeah, weeds," said his friend.
"I heard farmer say his enemy planted them in the night to try to mess us up!"
said Jim the wheat stalk. "He said the only reason he did not pull them up and
get rid of them, was because that might hurt us in the process. He decided to
let them grow along with us. Just ignore them!" The little stalk heard this and
listened carefully as they continued to talk. Suddenly, he remembered the farmer
talking to them about such things. He remembered what farmer had said about
these strangers, these "tares." At the time, he had not really been paying
attention to what the farmer was telling them, he was having too much fun
enjoying the sun and wind. He began to realize the farmer had told them this for
their own good. Especially since his "tare" neighbor was getting pushy.
That same day, the farmer came into the field with his workers. He looked at
each stalk with love and pride. "You are growing well. Strong and healthy,
despite the "tares." Keep it up a little longer. Soon I will harvest you, and
will separate you, from them. Just keep in mind all I have taught you, and stand
strong and sure!" said the farmer. "At harvest time we wil "trust Me" and ignore
them. They can only hurt you if you allow them to. I have provided you with
enough "space" to grow no matter how hard they may try to choke you. Just stay
in the area I set for you, and you will be fine." Then the farmer left.
The little wheat stalk looked at his "tare" neighbor. Now, he was angry. "You
lied to me!" he said. "You are not here to help me! You are here to try to hurt
me! I will not allow you any more space next to me! Out of my way "weed," I am
going to grow like the farmer told me to!"
"But...I have knowledge?" said the weed. "I can show you "new" things."
"Get behind me weed.... I will not listen to you!" said the wheat. "My farmer
has never lied, and I will trust him now. You on the other hand are crowding
me.... So, Get behind me! I will do as the farmer said! And listen to him only!"
The field grew and all that the Farmer had said happened just as He said it
would! The "tares" were, as Farmer had said, pulled up at harvest, and burned in
a big bon fire. In addition, the wheat came into the full reward the farmer had
for them since sowing the "Good Seed."
© Robyn Cavalera
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