Mature Wheat?

Mature Wheat?


mature wheat
     having head enough
to bend

Those who compromise have gone underground these days, but I love working on teams that have a thoughtful, principled compromiser on them. What is baseball without someone willing to bunt? So what is inside this idea in the poem, ‘having head enough to bend?’

This poem suggests the wheat is here to bear fruit. We arrive at maturity for the sake of the fruit. I am hearing Jesus whisper, ‘if it dies, it bears much fruit.’ Where are you letting go for maturity and fruit?

What if our ministry would be more visibly and vocally welcoming of gay and lesbian persons, the transgendered and those inquiring? Who do we know who is uncertain if they are welcome in a church? Most do not see the church as a safe place to bring their questions and hopes. If we were more openly welcoming—and mature—who might God bring to grow their faith and witness here?  

What if our narrative was God’s dream for us here—isn’t that more compelling than a cranky rerun about money and budgets? What if we each—in maturity—gave one more percent of our income to God’s dream so our narrative could be grace and plenty and joy versus fear and budgets and worry?

What is your next step to grow mature in your faith? Does it require some bending? 

What is the fruit in your life about?

mature wheat
   having head enough
to bend

Take care,
Dan