I’m looking down into the Slitrig as it emerges from under the Tower Mill. As you would expect, the rocks at the waterside are covered in moss with a few ferns. But there are also several dandelions and a couple of sturdy shrubs. Obviously a little soil is enough for these plants to grow.
Although Jesus parable suggests that shallow soil results in stunted growth or even withering in the sun, I wonder if our faith can perhaps be more resilient than that. Perhaps it’s the flowing water that keeps the plants alive in the shallow soil by the river. And if our lives are watered by the Spirit through prayer, even our weak shoots may become something substantial.
And in the natural world, as a plant develops roots, it begins to hold the soil and so helps establish itself in an otherwise precarious position. Could the same be true of our Christian faith?