Nobel peace prize, a new grand-mama, stepped up violence in Pakistan, a new treaty for the European Union…and then there is always football (or the endless baseball season) to divert those who wish to be diverted. For my part, I am contemplating dirt these days. “Ignoramus!” some may say. I don’t mind, really. There is plenty about dirt I would like to know, blame it on my high school science teacher, Mr. Haas.

Jesus called me dirt once. I really didn’t mind because I just assumed that he thought me “good dirt.” “Good dirt” is the kind of dirt in which any plant will grow and thrive. If I have to be dirt, might as well be the best!

Then I began to examine my life and I started to wonder if I fell into the “good dirt” category at all. Good dirt, according to Jesus, hosts plants that boast a lot of fruit. I look around; I check under the leaves…not so much fruit. So I check my “dirt.” Weeds, lots of weeds, some even prickly weeds, ouch!

“And the seeds that fell on the good soil represent honest, good-hearted people who hear God’s word, cling to it, and patiently produce a huge harvest.” (Luke 8:15, NLT)

This week at Main Street we will be considering the finer points of dirt this week. Would love to think dirt with you too!