Jeff lay on his bed, drifting to sleep between the waning sobs of a difficult day. His grandfather was dead and the weight of the loss burdened the young man more than his shoulders could bear. The cat leaped from the floor onto his chest momentarily startling him from his deepening slumber. The reality of the day continued to drift into the new reality of dreamland.
Jeff found himself standing atop a low rolling hill at the edge of a newly turned field. The air was thick with the moist scent of rich soil.
A small cloud appeared on the horizon, morphing until its blackening body filled the sky from end to end. Rains fell from heaven in great drops at first, then increasing into a cold, steady shower that filled the furrows of the field beneath his feet.
As suddenly as the cloud grow and the rains fell, the sky cleared, the sun rose, and the dark brown soil burst forth with life. Green shoots emerged all around him, the perfect contrast to the dirt. New life was visible as far as his eyes could see.
It took only moments before the shoots became stalks, and the stalks became grained heads. The green field shaded golden-yellow under the heat of the sun and the dry wheat rustled between the fingers of the gentle summer breeze.
The field of grain disappeared, leaving a single stalk in the dry ground. Jeff reached for the head of grain, but before he could grasp it, the grains fell and were swallowed up by the chaff covered field.
The breeze which only moments before rustled the dry stalks now whispered. “Son, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain*. Doesn’t nature teach you that all life die, but death is not the end. Death is a new beginning until death itself dies. And when this corruptible puts on incorruption, and this mortal puts on immortality, then will it be fulfilled that Death is swallowed up in victory**.”
* John 12:24; ** 1 Corinthians 15:54