The Sower went out to sow

There are so many impediments to faith. The devil who prowls around, this is the first peril. The seed by the wayside is snatched by the birds. Then there is the approach of trouble, or tribulation. When the sun beats down on the new growth and it withers away, lacking moisture.  Trouble will come, of that we can be sure. And third, perhaps most treacherous, is cares and riches and pleasures of this life, which, like thorns, can choke the growth. Ironically, having plenty, having it good, is a time of great peril for faith, and should be seen this way. So, having hears to hear, let us hear, and hold fast the faith. And then we shall be like that good seed that fell on rich ground and grew up and yielded a hundredfold. But is this not Christ himself, who was buried in good ground, indeed a grave that could not hold him, for he rose again the third day. So let us be found in him and in his word, that we may be in his crop forevermore. Sermon for Sexagesima Sunday.
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