Seeds

I am a big fan of cooked grains for breakfast.  I have no idea why.  I did not particularly like this breakfast option as a child.  For years, I went to great lengths to avoid this meal and everything associated with it.  Even now, I am not sure when I first reconnected with the food my grandmother used to cook, but I did.  Now I look forward to steel cut oats, red wheat berries, and organic slow cooked grits.  Many grains work as a breakfast option; these three are my favorites. 
There is a common memory triggered with each grain breakfast.  It centers on the fact that a grain is a seed.  Seeds had a special life of their own, invisible except to those that know the story and accept the truth of what will emerge.  Seeds nurture in the immediate.  Seeds also carry a life within them that has been told since their creation. 
As I consume seeds, whole and cut, still warm from the interactions that reflect much of the chaos and turmoil that comes with living, I am reminded of the stories that I carry within.  Each has a life of its own, much like a seed.  Each can nurture if allowed, living for another day if untouched.  Each takes on much more when confronted with the reality of heat and pressure.
In an old story, the seed of a lie ran its course with the light of others knowing the truth.  “Ananias, when he heard those words, fell down dead.  That put the fear of God into everyone who heard of it.  The younger men went right to work and wrapped him up, then carried him out and buried him.”  (Acts 5.5, 6) 
You and I would do well to heed the warning that others ignored.  Truth convicts, sometimes fatally.  Truth can be brutal, especially for those who misuse it to any end.  Truth never bends because if it did it would no longer be what it is.
Today is a time for creating the seeds of our future.  God help us.