TATAY RODY, GOD IS ACTUALLY A FARMER!

GOD IS A FARMER (John 15: 1-8)

More often than not, we read this passage like we do the Parable of the Sower. We ask what kind of soil we are. We want to be the good soil that brings forth grain. We lose sight of the Sower. Yes, we lose sight of the Farmer.

In the Johannine reading, we ask what kind of branch we are. We want to be the branch that bears fruit. We lose sight of the vine. Moreover, we lose sight of the Vine Grower. Yes, we lose sight of the Farmer.

God is the Vine Grower in today's passage. God plants the vine. God does the pruning. God does the cutting off. God is actually a farmer.

During Jesus's time, farmers and fisher-folk comprised the bulk of the population. 7 out of 10. (Nothing has actually changed.) Then and now, farmers and fisher-folk are among the poorest of the poor. Dispossessed farmers and dislocated fisher-folk were worse. In First Century Palestine, the poor could afford only bread and fish, dried, smoked, or salted, which were the basic food of the lower classes in the cities, slaves, and peasants. Have you ever wondered why the majority of Jesus's stories and sayings in the gospels are about bread and fish,farming and fishing, and farmers and fisher-folk?

Unfortunately, we lose sight of farmers and fisher-folk. And we forget that the lestes, badly translated robbers and bandits in English Bibles, better translated as rebels and freedom fighters, were composed mostly of dispossessed farmers and runaway slaves!

But God does not forget! In the fullness of time, God decided to become one of us. God became flesh and dwelt among us. Among the poorest of the poor. Among farmers and fisher-folk. God took sides. God always takes sides. The incarnation, the word-made-flesh, is the vine that God planted among us. And what is the fruit of the Incarnation? Greater love has no one than this that one lays down one's life for a friend. Jesus did exactly that.

The Migrante International led grassroots, mass-based, inter-faith, local and international solidarity movement that led to the stay of Mary Jane Veloso's execution in 2015 helps illustrate this fruit of the Incarnation. Both of Mary Jane Veloso's parents, Nanay Celia and Tatay Cesar, are farmers at Hacienda Luisita. Both are willing to offer themselves to save her life.

Now, pretend parents, like the landlord who occupied Malacanang from 2010-2016, who fancied himself as "Ama ng bansa" (Father of the nation), will never do that. He even blamed Mary Jane for being uncooperative and spent a measly 5 minutes to plea for her life.

Today, again with the leadership of Migrante and in solidarity with Mary Jane Veloso's plea for justice, we are calling on the current occupant of Malacanang to do what the former occupant failed to do. Let Mary Jane speak. Let her tell the truth. The truth that will set her free.

Be the "Tatay Rody" that Mary Jane and so many others like her deserve. The Tatay who will do everything, including storm the gates of heaven and hell, to save his children. The Tatay who will offer his life so that his children may live.

The God we worship takes sides. God is actually a farmer. And God cuts off the branch that bears no fruit.

[image from migrante]