Vigils Reading – 11th Sunday ORD

A reading from

ST JOHN CHRYSOSTOM

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All farm work is undertaken with a view to the harvest that will come at

the end. How then could Jesus apply the word “harvest” to work that was only

beginning? Idolatry held sway all over the world. Everywhere there was

fornication, adultery, licentiousness; everywhere greed, robbery, bloodshed.

When the world was filled with so many evils, when the good seed had not yet be

en sown, when the land had not been cleared, and there were briers, thistles and

weeds everywhere, when no ploughing had been done, no furrow cut, how could

Jesus speak of a harvest and say it was plentiful? Why did he speak thus of the

gospel?

Why indeed, if not that with things in such a state, he was about to send

out his apostles all over the world. Most likely they were bewildered and

anxious; they probably asked themselves: How can we even open our mouths,

let alone stand up and preach in front of huge crowds of people? How can

eleven of us put the whole world to rights? Can we speak to the wise when we are

ignorant, to soldiers when we are unarmed, to rulers when we are subjects, to

people of many different languages, people of foreign nations and alien speech,

when we have only one language? Who will tolerate us if no one can understand

what we say?

It was to save them from the anxiety of such reasoning that the Lord called

the gospel a harvest. It was almost as if he said: Everything is ready, all is

prepared. I am sending you to harvest the ripe grain. You will be able to sow

and reap on the same day. You must be like the farmer who rejoices when he

goes out to gather in his crops. He looks happy and is glad of heart. His hard

work and many difficulties forgotten, he hurries out eagerly to reap their

reward, hastening to collect his annual returns. Nothing stands in the way,

there is no obstacle anywhere, nor any uncertainty regarding the future. There

will be no heavy rain, no hail or drought, no devastating legions of locusts. And

since the farmer at harvest time fears no such disasters, the reapers set to work

dancing and leaping for joy.

You must be like them when you go out into the world — indeed your joy

must be very much greater. You also are to gather in a harvest – a harvest easily

reaped, a harvest already there waiting for you. You have only to speak, not to

labor. Lend me your tongue, and you will see the ripe grain gathered into the

royal granary. And with this he sent them out, saying: Remember that I am

with you always, until the end of the world.