We did bit of sowing together last week. Andy was an excellent helper. Pictured below is the beginning of our little indoor herb garden. Basil, Chives, Parsley. It seemed like a great opportunity to talk about death. “We bury these seeds in the soil, and they die,” and before I could continue explaining the process he said, very earnestly, “The seeds die on the c-wah-oss (cross).”
Right! Well…sort of. No, not really. The seeds don’t die on the cross, but Jesus did. Then He rose up, most glorious alive. And if He would be so kind as to make these herbs rise up out of the earth in spite of me, mama-black-thumb, then maybe Andy will have a better picture of the resurrection. Either way we had fun hanging out.
“The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. If anyone serves me, he must follow me; and where I am, there will my servant be also.” John 12