There were so many distractions at Mass this morning. Stage whisper conversations that were about gambling, winning and losing, health, grandchildren, and some that were just like a hive a of bees buzzing around my head.
I was trying to keep focused on my prayers and use the distractions as an offering up to Our Lord. I have noticed though that conversations that I am not involved in are Distractions! Conversations that I am involved in are Important!
So there I was in my pew trying to keep my head down and my thoughts focused and then...Father read the gospel and gave his sermon. Yikes! can he read minds?
The parables of the wheat field that the enemy sowed weeds in and the servants that wanted to pull the weeds out, but no the owner said leave them. The owner said, "I will have the harvesters sort it out in the end and they will gather the weeds and burn them and we will have wheat for bread."
In case you are wondering Father was not just talking to me, I am sure that he was addressing the entire congregation. Though I think he did try and catch my eye!
Lord, here I am
a small bit of wheat blowing in the wind.
I go this way and that,
concerned about things that you have covered.
Help me to see that I am the seed.
A seed that has one job.
A seed that is trying to grow into the finest wheat.