Summary: This is a message concerning the Law of sowing and reaping and how to have victory in the reaping.
TITLE: Victory In Sowing and Reaping
TEXT: Galatians 6:7, 8
INTRO: Several years ago a woman by the name of Mrs. Jane Kolodziej was attempting to have her husband released from the psychiatric ward where he had been committed because she had testified that he had tried to kill her and their two son. She had told the judge that she believed her husband was mentally ill, so the court ordered him to be sent to the psychiatric ward.
Suddenly, Mrs. Kolodziej decided that she wanted him back again, and announced that she had lied to the court and staged a 4-day sit-down strike at the hospital. Finally she won his release by signing a waiver where she made the statement, “I want him out even if he kills me!”
Three months later, her husband beat her and the two children to death with a 2 foot length of pipe.
She wanted her husband with her at any price, even life itself, and that is exactly the price she had to pay.
When I read that story I couldn’t help but think of so many I have talked with that want their sin at any price – no matter what that price may be! They seem to forget that there is an undeniable principle that we must face: We Reap What We Sow!
God has many laws which cannot be broken: *Law of gravity – step off a 50 foot building into space, you will fall! You can DEFY the law of gravity, but you cannot BREAK it!
*Law of centrifugal force – if you drive your car around a sharp corner at the speed of 100 miles per hour, your car will be unable to maintain its balance and will roll over a number of time. You can DEFY the law of centrifugal force, but you cannot BREAK it.
*There is also a Law of sowing and reaping. If a farmer sows oats, the Law of like-produces-like guarantees that the crop will be oats – not barley, or wheat! Whatever a farmer sows, he reaps!
ILLUS: I heard a story once about a boy who tried to defy this law. On the back of their property was an old fruit tree. It had lots of leaves, but it had produced no fruit in years. High up in its branches, hidden from view by the leaves, there was a perfect spot for a little boy to sit and dream away the hours.
There he was a space ship commander traveling to galaxies unknown. He was a Tarzan, living in a jungle world. And he was a philosopher, solving the riddles of the ages. There, too, he would go when he felt mistreated, or misunderstood, or when he felt all alone. Little boys feel that way sometimes. That tree was his hideaway, special to him and to his best friend, another little boy down the road.
So you can imagine how he felt when he heard his father telling his mother, "I think I’ll cut down that old fruit tree. It hasn’t borne any fruit in years."
What could the little boy do? If he begged his father not to do it, then he would have to say why, and his secret hideaway would be a secret no more. Then he hit upon a wonderful plan. Since there were a number of apple trees in a field nearby, he and his best friend got a whole basket full. That evening, while his parents were busy inside, he and his friend climbed the tree and tied the stems of the apples to almost every limb of the old fruit tree.