Text: Matthew 13:24-30; 36-43
At home, my desk faces a window that looks out into my front yard. As I look out my window these days I can see so much goodness. The thick clusters of deep pink flowers on the crepe myrtle to my left—its branches laden with the fullness of blooms eloquently draping as if they are making an arch by which to pass under. To the right of the crepe myrtle is a gingko tree with its near-perfect symmetrical branches, full of those unique and divinely designed fan-like leaves that have inspired artists of all types. Birds—yellow finches, cardinals, blue-jays—flitter from tree to power line to tree as their songs serenade no one or anyone who will listen. And then there are the colorful flowering plants that fill the hell strip between the sidewalk and road—beautiful reminders of God’s goodness and imagination and love of diversity. Across the road sits a house wrapped by a white-picket fence that can only be described as a Norman Rockwell illustration that depicts a slice of Americana—children playing in the front yard and in the background an American flag proudly displayed on the front porch column waving gently in the summer breeze. Everything that I can see when I look my window these days proclaims the goodness of the world. Life, happiness, continuity, and love.
What I can’t see when I look out my window is the drug deal going down two blocks over—the same block where some evenings the sound of gunshots pierce the silence of the night-time darkness. The view from my window likewise does not take in the housing project three blocks away where children go to bed hungry and mothers lie exhausted because they have worked three jobs just to be able to pay the rent. Looking out my window, I can’t see the dead bodies scattered across a wheat field because the plane they were on got caught in the crosshairs of two countries who can’t break the cycle of military violence. Where I live I look out my window and see children playing in the safety of their front yards and another mother thousands of miles away living on the Gaza strip looks out her window to see children playing amid bombed streets and buildings not sure when the next explosion will occur or what damage it will do.