Doing Good

April 25, 2018

Galatians 6:9… And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.

            Paul introduces farming words into this thought… “season and reap”  That adds some clarity.  Have you ever grown weary of doing good? Or as some interpreters said, “well doing.” Mostly, I don’t grow weary of doing good, but sometimes I do. It seems like a waste of time. That is probably because my desire for immediate gratification isn’t met. The concept of sowing and reaping helps me grasp the significance of doing good. It is like planting a good seed which in due time will produce a good crop.   The “due time” is God’s domain. He picks the time of harvest.

            Keep planting the seeds that will ultimately produce the desired crop. This is a lifetime adventure… not a trial. God is not mocked. He knows those who consistently plant good seeds. He also knows those who occasionally plant them, hoping for a quick return. Make it a life goal. Plant daily. Someday, in God’s providential timing, you might be surrounded in good crops.

            Another thought that I just had: We probably, when we harvest goodness, won’t remember planting the seed. One thing a gardener learns… don’t watch the ground where you planted a seed. It is like watching water to see when it boils. “A watched pot never boils.”  Watched ground is like that. You might take a hoe to it or a rake, hoping to expedite the process. Plant good seeds because it is the right thing to do.

            If you are currently reaping a bad crop from an earlier planting, change the future… plant good seeds. My high school music teacher planted good seeds in me. I did not love music and possibly could have avoided it altogether, but he planted seeds that eventually grew into plants and in that field I made some lifelong friends, and my career path was shaped. I give much of the credit to the teacher who planted seeds in me.  I was not a child prodigy or a natural talent. God grew a crop in me from seeds that were planted by my teacher and my mom.  Your words are like seeds. Place them sparingly. Choose the good ones and don’t plant the bad ones.