Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain. 25 He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.
Bear with me as I get a little Dr. Sues’ish here
The Seed Poem
The solitary seed is a lonely seed, a lonely seed indeed. But when it falls and dies alone a better life we’ll see. That dying seed there in the ground, now moistened by the dew, will bring forth life, will grow a plant, to nourish me and you.
So take that seed down off the shelf, don’t ferret it away, throw it out in to the wind, and let it have its day. A little sun a little rain, a little time will tell, if the seed will produce a fruit, or just lies there where it fell.
Your heart has heard, your heart has seen, the worst there is to be, but trust the one who brings forth life, and a harvest you will glean. Just like the seed, you’ll feel alone but trust the falling rain, to bring forth life, to bring forth hope, to grow you from the pain.
What seemed like death, what felt like done, was victory being won. And now the seed is not alone, but growing in the sun.
Whatever you are facing today, trust the one who brings life from death and lay it down. Tomorrow the sun will rise on a new beginning.
Jesus saw his own mission as being that of a seed, a single lonely life given up to produce many, many more–the dead seed by the dead sea bringing life to the world, at least to those who, like him, were willing to lay down the temporal for the eternal.
A single acorn has the potential to produce a forest of unsurpassed beauty, if it is allowed to fall to the ground and be no more. What do you need to lay down today?
Happy Thanksgiving my friends!