Note: there are religious elements to this post.

I find myself gravitating back to Westminster Cathedral again and again, for this was where I came in my hour of need and found my salvation: I used to literally crawl here either before or after my daily hospital visits to light candles and pray fervently way back in November 2015. Therefore, I like to come back here in good health.

Today, the priest spoke passionately at the pulpit. He interpreted a biblical story where some weeds were found growing amongst the wheat. The workers asked, ‘Should we pull out the weeds, Lord?” and the Lord replied, “No, let them grow side by side. At harvest time, harvest both and separate them then.”

Simple story, but the field of wheat and weeds could represent a parish, a community, a person. We live in a world of contradictions, where weeds grow amongst the wheat. Don’t be too quick to judge. And if we just pull out the weeds, we might hurt the roots of the wheat that grow intertwined with the roots of weeds.

We have to give people time before we judge, and as the priest said, we sometimes make the wrong decisions that might not become apparent for 10 or even 20 years or beyond. We just have to keep our faith.

I left the Sunday mass feeling at peace with my wrong decisions, which cost me two years of my life and more. I am glad I allowed the weed to grow, to give it a chance, but in the end, I cannot change Nature. By Nature, weeds are weeds and wheat is wheat, and both exist side by side.  And as the priest said, it is difficult to tell them apart. Good people do bad things and bad people do good things. The world is full of contradictions.

I have to gather my wheat and move on, and be grateful for the wheat in my arms that feed and nourish me. Yes, I have made peace with my wrong decision: I had given both the weed and the wheat equal chances and at harvest time, one served me.

Photo: The weeds in a field in my home county, Hampshire.