The morning sun grew hotter, and I felt sweat slide down the back of my neck as my hoe sliced into the base of a thistle plant. One after another, the prickly giants sank to their knees in defeat as I chopped and chopped.
The mere mention of hoeing thistles was enough to raise wails of protest from my progeny. I didn’t especially like it myself. But unless we wanted a pasture overgrown with thistles, the thistles simply had to be hoed.
I slowly learned to find some pleasure in the tedious project. While my hoe chopped, I kept an eye on the birds nesting nearby. I noticed the wildflowers newly bursting into bloom. I saw the patterned clouds giving clues to tomorrow’s weather. Sometimes I almost forgot that I was hoeing.
Exercising spiritual disciplines is a lot like hoeing thistles. Doing the thing itself with no greater vision in mind than perhaps looking good is pointless and self-righteous. But when the disciplines (things like meditation, prayer, fasting, worship, and service) are practiced with a longing for a life uncluttered by sin and selfishness, they produce a spirit and soul with an enlarged space for Jesus.
I’ve seen that while practicing disciplines, I notice things I was too busy and preoccupied to see before. I wonder at the beauty and truth I have been missing.
Because I’ve been so burned out by empty religious systems and practices, I really want to take the easy route. I want Christianity lite. I’m often too tired to engage in anything that takes effort. And it’s okay to take a break from routines at times, even spiritual ones. Yet my closeness to Jesus won’t grow by default.
Everything important in life takes effort, whether it’s building a good marriage, raising children well, learning a skill, earning a living, or having a pasture free of thistles. My spiritual life is no exception.
Spiritual disciplines create space for spiritual growth. In this era of feel-good Christianity, our lack of discipline is producing shallow, floundering Christians. The best things in life are worth caring about and working for, not in a slavish way, but with a heart full of love and longing. We can’t earn favor with God by practicing routines, but we can listen to Him talk to us during those routines. And His voice changes us. Always.
These are the things I thought of while hoeing thistles.
6 thoughts on “Hoeing thistles”
Such good word pictures using the hoeing of thistles and such god truths! Thanks for taking time to share your thoughts in writing!
I need the message as much as anyone–life so easily crowds out what I know I need. Taking time for Jesus is never time wasted!
I wondered what those pesky plants were that grow on our property. I think in some ways many Christians are afraid to speak the truth in love because either they don’t want to offend or they have conformed to ” progressive ” Christianity, so they don’t believe all scriptures are for today.
Speaking up when I see a problem is not easy for me, because I’m a peacemaker. But sometimes love looks like saying hard things. Yet we all need to give each other grace and space to figure out what God wants.
Rosina, I have missed your writings while you have been busy building your house! We all have different thistles to hoe in our lives, don’t we?
We sure do! And yes, the house project is taking lots of time. It will be worth the effort, though! 😊