Being an avid gardener, I love to get my hands in the soil and to tend and nurture all kinds of plants–unless, or course, that plant is a weed.
I dislike weeds and can be ruthless when I see one in my garden. I do whatever is necessary to snuff out its life–chop it off at ground-level, mutilate it with a garden tool, or dig up its entire root system. I have no sympathy for a weed.
But then, what is a weed? An unwanted plant? It would be difficult for any two of us to be in complete agreement as to the definition of a weed. To one person a plant may be a weed, but to another person it may be food, ground cover, an ornamental, or shelter.
A poisonous plant must surely be considered a weed, but I carefully cultivate and raise certain poisonous “weeds,” i.e. rhubarb, iris, and tomatoes.
What about our attitude toward people? Do we treat certain kinds of people–because of their language, the colour of their skin, their personal habits, the way they look or dress–as weeds? Some of us do not hesitate to lash out at people as if they were worthless weeds. Are they as worthless in God’s sight?