Planted or Buried?

 

Are we buried or planted? Let’s start with buried.

Buried goes in the ground as doesn’t come back, but decomposes; and hopefully it’ll stay there..if it does run! (A little humor) Buried isn’t coming back, once it’s over, it’s ‘OVER’.

Better run!

When you’ve planted a seed (buried) in the ground it germinates over time and grows. It starts out frail and delicate, but with some watering and plenty of sun that seed that was is growing into a hearty, thriving plant; be it a flower or a tree.

Take notice of the differences: Both went into the ground, but only one is coming out. Also, it’s not coming out the same way it went in.

Jesus talked about the mustered seed, ‘Though it be the smallest of seeds, it’s branches grow big enough to house the birds for food and shelter.’

St. Paul talked about the fruit of the Spirit. Fruit grows on trees, which came from seeds. Psalm 1 says you will be like a tree planted by rivers of living water (growing and thriving through the Spirit of the Living God).

The Word of God is the seed in you (Jesus in me, the hope of glory). Your reading His word is the water to grow that seed in you. The Father gave His SON to shine in and through you so you can be the tree to shade those are in your life to show His love and grace.

 ‘You are dead (seed buried) in Christ, yet you live (grow and have your being)…you live unto Christ!’

 “Look at the lilies of the field, they neither sow nor toil, yet Solomon in ALL his glory didn’t compare.” He did not have the Spirit of Christ living in him, BUT you do!

What can and will kill the good seed is jealousy, anger, bitterness, UNFORGIVENESS. This is detrimental ground to be in. [Giving forgiveness releases your pain not theirs, they may not even know of your pain and anger.]

When Jesus came to the fig tree and saw it had no (good) fruit, He commanded it to wither. Heaven forbid He would have to say that to us today for not abiding in Him.

“To Be or Not To Be? That Is The Question”                                                               

                                                             Hamlet

So, we ask ourselves again, are we planted (growing, thriving, baring fruit) or buried (dead in anger, bitterness, unforgiveness)? A little fertilizer of thought for today.