During my high school and college years, I worked quite a few summers at a local feed and seed store here in Wichita, KS, which happens to also specialize in grass seed and lawn care products. And for those of you who have put in a new lawn at your own house or do so for a living, you know that well, it can be a pretty time-consuming process.
Not only do you have to pick the right grass seed and fertilizer, but you have to get the soil ready for planting, and then once the seed has been planted, you have to water, and water, and water it again…not just so that the grass will come up…but so that the roots will go deeper and deeper into the ground, because roots naturally follow the moisture…and without a good (deep) root system, that lawn won’t make it in a Kansas summer heat. Even then, we still have to water it at times.
Now your typical fescue lawn is probably the most common grass for Kansas lawns (OK, I know this sounds like a lawn and garden education class but stick with me). Your typical fescue lawn has roots that are about 12-14 inches deep into the ground…now that sounds somewhat deep…but if you’ve ever driven on Interstate I-35 between Wichita and Kansas City, you’ve seen and driven through the Flint Hills…And the roots of the native grass on those hills, believe it or not, are 12-14 feet deep in the ground…and so because of their root system, they’re able to handle the summer’s heat (without sprinklers) and the winter’s cold so well…and that’s why native grass grows back even after a fire.
And so as I was reflecting on the Parable of the Sower and the Seed in Matthew’s Gospel (Ch 13), the question popped into my head: “Where are my roots? Where are the roots of my spiritual life? What type of soil is my soul? What kind of fruit am I producing?”
If someone was to walk up to you today, someone of a different faith denomination or even of a different religion altogether, and ask you this question, how would you respond? How would you respond when they ask you the question: “Why are you Catholic?”
What would we say? How would we answer that?
Would we say, “Well, my family has always been Catholic, and so I’ve just continued that tradition…and it’s important to me.”
Or would we say, “Well, I’m Catholic because it’s where I really feel at home with my relationship with God.”
Or would we say, “I’m Catholic because I’ve come to realize how much God has to offer to me, through the Church, especially the graces that I can receive through the Sacraments. I’m Catholic because my faith is what keeps me on the right path in following our Lord Jesus Christ…and I’ve come to realize that I can’t get this anywhere else.”
When I agreed to do a story about demonic activity, possession, and exorcism for Crisis, I thought it would be fun—a spooky thrill. I’d write the article, warn about being too preoccupied with the subject matter, and be done. Instead, I got sleepless nights, horrifying conversations with those who have been involved in exorcisms, and a new point of view on the demonic world.
"The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is on the grass.”
It was an hour before midnight. Ten-year-old James was in his bedroom, alone, when he was suddenly gripped by terror. A Pink Floyd song rang out through the empty room. The radio turned on by itself.
“The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is in the hall.”
James lay paralyzed, locked in that helpless state that is itself as terrifying as whatever causes it. He wanted to move or cry out but couldn’t. So he just listened.