What are the words on the inside of the seeds? Who wrote the codes? Who can tell the stories underground? Here are stories of death and life and germination and push and violence and breakthrough and hope and light and life and life and life and life. They are the stories of what will be.
We sow in faith. Sometimes we do it with weeping. But this is no matter, for we simply wet the rows with our tears if we must. As we sow (even when tears are present), let us remain thankful… always considering the earlier work of the plowman. With even greater vision, he entered the field of briars and tangle with courage. He unfolded black earth at his feet knowing that doubt would turn to sweat by mid-morning. He saw what could be.
Labor can be long and unkind, but in time, it yields to hope and a satisfaction of the most tenacious variety. When the spring work is finished, the laborers may rest in anticipation while forces underground take over… and a story begins again.
Make room for the harvester… and the sheaves.
Those who sow in tears
will reap with songs of joy.
he who goes out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with him.
-Psalm 126:4-6
