“I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.” (John 12:24-25 NIV)
It is always joyous at this time of year to see life spring forth from the bare trees and ground that seemed to hold no life, and be reminded that what appears dead is very much alive. This is the miracle of Easter!
Jesus was very dead. The disciples saw the beating he took at the hands of the soldiers, the blood leaking from around the nails and his body sagging on the cross, slowly draining the life out of him. They saw the soldier’s spear deliver the wound, piercing both the lung and heart, confirming that Jesus was in fact dead. As those who prepared his body touched his skin and looked into his lifeless eyes, they knew he was dead. I think we often miss their grief because we know how the story will continue, but for those gathered at the cross, he was dead. End of story.
But of course it’s not. As we are reminded by the trees and flowers around us, life wins. And more to the point of our Easter journey, love wins. The story of God’s love come to earth, is very much alive and continuing, and not only when Jesus defeated death and rose on Easter morning. Each and every day, we have the opportunity for the risen Jesus to live in our hearts, to strengthen our lives and relationships and to make us an instrument of love in others lives.
Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,
Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain,
Love lives again, that with the dead has been,
Love is come again like wheat arising green!
In the grave they laid Him, love by hatred slain,
Thinking that He would never wake again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen;
Love is come again like wheat arising green.
Forth He came at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Raised from the dead, my living Lord is seen;
Love is come again like wheat arising green.
When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,
Your touch can call us back to life again,
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been;
Love is come again like wheat arising green.
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