Unless the grain of wheat falls into the ground...

As I usually take my walk around our perimeter, there are stretches of ground that are nothing but gravel  scattered with some pebbles.

They are completely barren, no sign of life anywhere.

But now, as Easter approaches, they are verdant and blooming with thousands of orange and yellow sunflowers.

At the beginning of Lent, we received the holy dirt.

On our Lenten journey we are planting the seeds of new life.

So if our lives might seem barren, or even forsaken in these Covid desert times, there is always new life stirring in the substrata.

Come Holy Spirit,

Let us bloom at Easter,

for unless the seed of selfishness

falls into the ground,

we shall not bloom.

Amen