Typically, the parable of the tares and wheat has been understood as a description of church history. Jesus is the owner sowing the field, the devil sows tares into the church (like Judas), and for that reason the church remains a “mixed multitude” until the end of the age. The parable of the mustard seed is a parable about the history of the church as well. Jesus has only a handful of close disciples during His lifetime; the kingdom is a mustard seed in the time of Jesus. But over the centuries the mustard seed becomes a tree in which the birds find shelter. During Jesus’ ministry, the leaven is put in the loaf, and through the history of the church the loaf is permeated until it is entirely leavened.
I think there’s something to that. The history of the church does follow these patterns. We can even say that these stories reveal a movement that recurs over and over in the history of the church. Luther was a mustard seed, but from Him came a great tree. Missionaries sent to 19th-century
But for a couple of reasons I think Jesus is talking primarily about the history of
Why think that? First, think about the conclusion to the story of the wheat and tares. The story ends with a harvest when the wheat and tares are separated from one another. Jesus has already observed that
Second, there are parables where this is very obvious, where everyone recognizes that Jesus is the end of the story rather than the beginning. The most obvious of these is the parable of the vineyard and the tenants. An owner leases his vineyard to tenants, and then sends His servants to collect rent. The tenants abuse the servants and chase them away. Finally, at the end of the story, the owner sends his son, whom the tenants kill in hopes of seizing the vineyard for themselves. Obviously, this is about
Finally, -35 shows that Jesus is retelling the story of
Matthew’s quotation of Psalm 78 suggests that the “parables” Jesus is telling are the hidden things of
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