Sunday, July 17, 2011
Living Among The Cockle
In the first parable Jesus uses in today's Gospel, He speaks of the weeds that grow among the wheat. The New American Bible translation used in the Lectionary uses the term "weeds". When I went to my Douay~Rheims translation, the word "cockle" was used. I now pause this reflection briefly to give a short vocabulary lesson. It is the teacher in me; I really can't help myself! I looked up cockle, but got the more traditional definition of the sea mollusk. I then remembered that the weeds Jesus referred to were also sometimes called "false wheat", so I looked up that term, and this is what I found: This weed is also called "darnel", in some regions cockle or false wheat. This weed and actual wheat look exactly alike until they are ripe. Upon ripening the actual good wheat's ear is brown while the cockle or false wheat's ear is black. OK~end of lesson, back to reflection.
I said at the beginning of this post that I felt like God was speaking directly to me in this passage. One reason for this perhaps is because He knows that I have some difficulty being around people in general. My job often requires me to deal with the general public~not one of my strong suits. What I have found myself coming up against lately is a strong sense of entitlement from people in general. I find myself wondering why many, not all, cannot seem to think about anyone but themselves. The devil has used this at times to cause me to be a bit self righteous. It is one of those sins I have brought to confession many times, really wanting to change, but find myself confessing it again at my next confession. So when I read the parable of the good and false wheat today, it was if I heard God saying: "My daughter while you roam this earth, you will need to live among the cockle, the false wheat. It is not your job to uproot it for I will deal with it in the end."
This also made me think of St Paul's words to the Ephesians: "
Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.
Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.