unless a wheat grain falls into the earth and dies, it remains only a single grain; but if it dies it yields a rich harvest
This line is the hope for resurrection and for transformation. In faith all we really have to cling to are the metaphors. And this one is so very powerful for me. Possibly as I have been so very very needful of some fundamental changes in my life situation of late.
Our usual metaphor for moving on to the next life — certainly in this culture — is one of sloughing off the body and the spiritual best part rising up to heaven or wherever the next stage of existence is.
But the metaphor of a seed falling to earth is not one of leaving behind or of a more ephemeral life later on. It is one of more life. Abundance. Potential realized. Produce. Harvest.
unless a wheat grain falls into the earth and dies . . . Repeat the promise through clenched teeth if I must. But I repeat the promise.
It is hope made manifest.