Homily: Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time (Year A)
Isaiah 55:10–11; Romans 8:18–23; Matthew 13:1–23
12 July 2026
Fr. Ricky Cañet Montañez, AA
As the rainy season begins, many of us find ourselves paying closer attention to the weather. We are fortunate that the recent typhoon changed course, staying offshore and sparing us from a potentially devastating direct landfall. Over the years, we have become weather watchers. In the past, we relied on Pagasa’s weather forecast. However, today, we have so many sources of information because of the internet. With the increasing occurrence of flash floods, it is always wise to ask, “Uulan ba ngayon?” (“Is it going to rain?”) before leaving home.Apart from looking up at the sky, we also check our phones for the latest news or the weather forecast.
Today’s Gospel presents the Parable of the Sower. We are often asked to reflect on what type of soil we are and whether we can sustain the growth of the seed, which is God’s Word. However, today I invite you to pay attention to another element that determines how well a seed or a plant can grow—the weather. Today we must also look at the weather inside US to see whether it will help God’s Word take root in our hearts.
Usually, when we hear the Parable of the Sower, we ask, “Which kind of soil am I? Dry? Rocky? Thorny?” Hopefully, we already know the answer to that. However, I believe the better question is, “How is the weather of my heart right now?”The reason is simple: even the best soil struggles when the weather is harsh. Even rich, fertile land can suffer from drought or flooding.
Some days our hearts are bright and open. We wake up grateful, we are patient with others, and God’s Word seems to speak directly to us. But there are other days, after a sleepless night, an argument at home, disappointing news, or worries about our family, our health, or our finances, the weather changes. We come to Mass and hear the same readings, but nothing seems to sink in—not because God has stopped speaking, but because there is a storm inside us.
Notice that Jesus never labels people; He describes conditions. Sometimes our hearts become like the hardened path because we have been hurt and have built walls around ourselves. Sometimes they are rocky—we are inspired for a while, but our enthusiasm fades when life becomes difficult. Sometimes they are full of thorns—not because we are bad people, but because our lives have become crowded with worries and responsibilities. The good news is that the soil can change. Hearts can change. The weather can change.
The First Reading is very consoling to us. Isaiah says that just as the rain and snow come down from heaven and water the earth, so God’s Word never returns without accomplishing its purpose (Is 55:10–11). Rain does not argue with dry ground or complain that the soil is hard. It simply keeps falling. That is how God’s grace works. Every Sunday, every Mass, every prayer, and every page of Scripture, God keeps sending His Word. He does not wait until the weather of our hearts is perfect before He comes to us.
Then St. Paul reminds us that all creation is groaning in labour pains (Rom 8:22–23). Labour pains are painful, but they are also a sign that new life is on the way. Brothers and sisters, maybe the storms in our lives are not meant to destroy us, but to shape us. They may be difficult and overwhelming, but if we stand our ground and persevere, we will emerge stronger and wiser. Often, God does His deepest work not after the storm, but in the midst of it.
So, before we leave this church, let us ask ourselves a gentler and more honest question: “Lord, what is the weather of my heart today?” Let us pray: When my heart feels parched, send the rain of Your grace. When life is stormy, give me the faith to believe that You are still leading me. The climate of our lives may change, but God’s love remains constant, quietly nourishing us day after day, allowing the Word He has planted to grow slowly but steadily, and bringing forth fruit in its own time.

Beckie J. Neff, Artist








