1 Corinthians 15:37-38 NIV
[37] When you sow, you do not plant the body that will be, but just a seed, perhaps of wheat or of something else. [38] But God gives it a body as he has determined, and to each kind of seed he gives its own body.
We are amidst farmers here in my town of Souris. It’s funny because I lived in the city all my life before moving here, so when the farmers spoke about pretty much anything, I was lost. Now I understand much of what is said and can hold a general conversation on the plants, fields, livestock and crops.
I love watching harvest happen. We (my dog and I) sit in the living room and watch the lights of the machines on the fields around us. Often they are there until early in the morning, because planting needs to happen at a specific time depending on what you are sowing. I have never, Ever, Seen a farmer drive off his field and leave behind a full stock of grown crops. No, he leaves and his field looks like it did before, just turned up. It takes time and patience before we see the first signs of life in the seeds that were planted. Little, generally green, lines of thin organic material peeks out through the soil. It really is a miracle every time a crop is harvested and there is actually something there to harvest. These baby shoots are so small that an ant literally causes them to bend. God destined baby shoot to grow, so grow it does. It’s always a game at my place to try and figure out what plant will come to be from that shoot. Usually it’s wheat. Sometimes it’s canola, once it was flax, once it was sunflowers and last year to everyone’s surprise, it was beans. Beans hurt when you walk through them by the way. The have a fuzzy shell, but prickly stock. Why? God made them that way.
We plant seeds everyday. We also water seeds everyday. Sometimes we pull out weeds. It’s all in how we are to people. Do we shower them with Jesus and water a good seed while plucking a weed out? Or do we treat them the way the world does, planting more weeds and holding back the sun?
We are all planted seeds growing through the soil. We don’t know what God has destined us to be until He permits us to grow leaves, then we have a guess. Someday we will flower and then we will know, and so will the world, what sort of plant we are. Did we grow as flowers in God’s garden? Or did we grow as nettles in the ground of the world?
What sort of plant are we? Are we artists? Teachers? Musicians? Ditch diggers? Farmers?
Most importantly. How do we use what we are to bless God’s kingdom?
How are you growing? What are you growing into?
Carried in the cross 