Plants

I always feel weird in a taxi. To me it feels like a really intense bus ride. This week I enjoyed a taxi for the first time of my life, and I can’t really work out why that was. Maybe because I had left Neil and Amanda’s house with a steak and half a bottle of red wine in my belly, maybe it was the way the driver had his window slightly open for a nice through breeze, or maybe the rumours are true and I am actually growing up.

The Preston taxi driver asked me what I had done that night and why I was over Neil’s house. I told him he was a friend and we go to the same church. He smiled. He then said something which instantly became this week’s blog. With his eyes fixed on the road, he said: “It’s good that you take care of your faith. There’s more to this life than this world.”

I quietly said, you’re right mate, you’re absolutely right.

Taking care of your faith isn’t a popular subject in the pub or in the bedroom. Your bank manager wouldn’t bring it up and neither would your boss. However, Jesus, and Preston taxi drivers have a great thing in common.

Jesus said this:

Matthew 13
“A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. He who has ears, let him hear.”

Jesus is the good soil. Other things in our lives pretend to be the good soil, but they will only scorch our faith. Lets remember Jesus this weekend. For the sake of our plants.

Peace.