The vineyard has carried us all week—Isaiah’s love song, Jeremiah’s lament, tenants who forgot whose soil they stood on. Now Jesus shifts the image inward.
The vineyard has carried us all week—Isaiah’s love song, Jeremiah’s lament, tenants who forgot whose soil they stood on. Now Jesus shifts the image inward.
“I planted you as a choice vine, wholly of pure seed.
How then did you turn degenerate and become a wild vine?”
Before Jesus tells of violent tenants, Isaiah sings. A love song.
Finally, he sent his son.
“This is the heir,” the tenants said. “Come, let us kill him and get his inheritance.”
The kingdom of God, Jesus says, is like a mustard seed (Mark 4:30–32).
At the end of my first Master’s degree, I spent a summer studying through Cambridge University in England, traveling to excavation sites in Greece and Turkey
After chapters of argument—after wrestling with mercy, justice, election, inclusion, and offense—Paul does something unexpected.
Jonah ends his story unchanged. The city repents. The people turn. Even the animals are drawn into God’s mercy.
Paul does not try to make this comfortable. He does not soften the claim or explain it away. He simply names the truth: mercy does not belong to us.
I grew up keeping score. My Granny and I could play games for hours—Uno, Go Fish, and especially Scrabble.