As for man, his days are like grass;he flourishes like a flower of the field;for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,and its place knows it no more. --Psalm 103:15-16
I have heard many times that we are born to live forever
somewhere. This is usually in the
context of a message about salvation. We
will live forever in heaven with the Lord, or, if we reject Him, be confined
forever to hell. It’s true that life
does not end with the death of our physical bodies, but it is equally true and
certain that we will die, that “…this
mortal body must put on immortality” (1 Corinthians 15:53).
Paul may well have had this passage from Psalm 103 and
similar ones in mind as he wrote the words of what we think of as the fifteenth
chapter of his letter. A person’s life
on this material plane is very much like a flower that grows to blossom and
fade. Some seem to be convinced that is
all there is. Others believe that the
resemblance to the flower’s cycle is more metaphorical, that the husk of our
bodies contain the seed of something greater than what we see now.
If you think about it, not all seeds are viable. As one who saves seeds from various plants
like beans, melons, and squash, I find that some seeds don’t germinate at
all. Others produce less than ideal
fruit. One of the problems is often
cross-pollination. Gardeners sometimes
do not realize that watermelon, cucumbers and cantaloupe are capable of
crossing with one another, or that having different varieties of squash growing
together will likely result in less than ideal crops the following season. Being set out with adequate separation prevents
the loss of viability through undesirable crosses. Perhaps there is a lesson for us.
What grows from a seed very much depends upon what went into
it. The husk that encases it matters
only in that is properly protects the life inside and does not overly hamper
its sprouting. Even though an acorn
looks vastly different from a bean, the real difference is not in the outward
appearance but the inner living matter.
In us, that is the spirit and the Living Word:
The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever (Isaiah 40:7-8).
It’s not that this life is not important. I have struggled with that. What does my life here matter? If that spiritual seed is going to be
healthy, acceptable, and valid, the life I live here has to absorb the power
of the Light. I have to live upon and
incorporate the Truth as a plant draws in the elements of vegetative life from the soil, sun, and air, that when the husk of my physical body is sown,
the seed will prove to be pure, genuine, and true.
