The cornstalks rustled in the breeze as their slender leaves brushed against one another. Row upon row. Plant upon plant.
Seed upon seed.
From each furrowed row that once was burnished brown and bare, lush shades of green with golden tassels dance in the wind.
The landscape has changed.
The seed has born fruit.
Oswald Chambers spoke into my heart this morning from the pages of his famed, My Utmost For His Highest:
The secret of a disciple’s life is devotion to Jesus Christ, and the characteristic of the life is its unobtrusiveness. It is like a corn of wheat, which falls into the ground and dies, but presently it will spring up and alter the landscape.
The secret is devotion to Jesus.
But what does the life of devotion look like and what does unobtrusiveness mean if that is the main characteristic?
Unobtrusive means to not be obtrusive; not blatant, arresting, or aggressive; inconspicuous; seeming to fit in well with the things around.
In Roget’s Thesaurus, synonyms for ‘unobtrusive’ are: humble, meek, modest, quiet, restrained, and unpretentious.
As I’m trying to understand what Mr. Chambers is saying, I think about the seed strategically placed within the burnished brown of tilled soil. And buried there. Left to take hold of the concept of dying to self in order to bear fruit …
In order to altar the landscape.
And then I think about my life and my faith journey.
And I ask myself if I am really devoted to Jesus. Not just rhetorically, but in actuality.
Do I follow Him to know Him? Or do I follow Him to be followed.
Do I seek the gifts? Or do I seek the Giver regardless of the gifts.
Am I content with my life waiting beneath the burnished brown of tilled soil, trusting the Master to work all things together for my good while I sit at His feet, focused on Him — trusting Him, adoring Him — and give the transformation process to Him and stop meddling?
That’s what the seeds do. Life is within them, just like the Spirit of God is within us.
Life is born from the burying beneath the burnished brown soil.
And the landscape is altered.
My life should be an image of worship to Him.
My service should be unobtrusive, reflecting only His glory, and not my own.
“Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal.
“If any of you wants to serve me, then follow me. Then you’ll be where I am, ready to serve at a moment’s notice. The Father will honor and reward anyone who serves me.” ~ John 12:24-26, MSG
Slowly, yet right on time, seeds from each furrowed row once burnished brown and bare in my life, birth lush shades of green with golden tassels dancing in the wind tended to by the Master’s hand.
The landscape is altered.
The seed has born fruit.
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Sweet blessings to you,