Three days ago I planted some seeds. My daughter happily assisted me. She noticed in amazement how tiny a seed is; and in kind of disbelief that from one seed a plant would come. She would stare at my eyes when I would say: yes, just one seed here. As I "buried" those seeds in the dark and leveled the soil above them, I thought of how deadly the vases looked from outside. But inside deep in the darkness a new life is planted and will sprout in 3 weeks. How often our life loaded by trials may seem like that, dead, as nothing is happening but the darkness of the soul. And yet there in the heart of the darkness God is making something new. If we can have the wisdom and patience of the farmers, we would anticipate darkness with the joy of the new sprouting of it.
Jesus spoke often about the power of a seed. He would also compare faith to a seed. Easter is a powerful metaphore of a seed. But just as disciples scattered in fear, despair and shock, 2000 yrs ago when their promise of life was crucified and buried, so do we despair when life seems too dark. Even though Jesus foretold his death and resurrection, they did not understand or believe him. The thickness and heaviness of darkness choked the miracle of the hope Jesus had for them. It is the same today, after 2000 some years. People are sceptical of that miracle, depraving themselves of the greatest news of the times, and the greatest treasure they could gain.
This weekend is Easter! The greatest news of the whole times! I will celebrate. What about you? What are your thoughts on Easter? Do you know about its meaning? Do you believe in its message? If not, what question or belief weigh more that diminishes it?