(Lk 8:8) "
This is part of that story that Jesus tells about the seeds that are scattered and some fall on the stones and get eaten by birds, and some are in shallow soil, and spring up and get scorched by the sun, etc...
WE are the soil to which he is referring, and the Creator is the farmer. He refers to the condition of our souls in preparation for receiving the Word and how it will grow within us and hopefully bear fruit "one hundred-fold, or sixty, or thirty..." He clearly would like us to be the good soil, but it takes time, and preparation. Psalm 65 spells it out so well:
You have visited the land and watered it;
greatly have you enriched it.
God’s watercourses are filled;
you have prepared the grain.
So God has watered us and prepared the grain. He's got the Word all ready to be sown, but as every farmer knows, you don't just go spreading out valuable seed willy-nilly, or the weeds grow up and choke out the good stuff and you are left with nothing of value, except for ground cover for opossums and raccoons, which eat and destroy good crops, dragging them all down to be nothing but waste. (Know any of those types?) The psalm continues:
Thus have you prepared the land: drenching its furrows,
breaking up its clods,
Softening it with showers,
blessing its yield.
This is the hardest part, when YOU are the soil! Yeah, God's gonna drench our furrows. He'll spread fertilizer, which for those of you who don't know, is actually animal feces. Yes. That's right, some literal "bullshit" (pardon my language) is coming your way! We'll be drenched and fertilized with some really serious crap! We'll be broken up and smashed and crushed to dust, and reduced to our smallest bits. It will not make us happy or comfortable, but it will bless our yield. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna stink. Showers will fall and they may be showers of tears, and we may feel like we're drowning. But it will soften us in preparation. Farmers fix their dirt OUT OF LOVE. They want it to be productive, and make the soil all it can be. Which is great, if you aren't the dirt. But here comes the good part:
You have crowned the year with your bounty,
and your paths overflow with a rich harvest;
While your being fixed into good ground, remember this last bit. Wait for it.