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DIE AND THEN REVIVE

Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.

(John 12:24)

There was a big old house. It was gray and damp, yet it stood through time. It became used to sheltering choruses of praise and voices that persisted in proclaiming Jesus as King. Many people passed through its doors; some stayed to be part of the family. The big house was always happy.

When we arrived, we learned to love every corner. We, too, raised our voices that surely echoed between its walls.

But the house had to die. It was too small for God’s projects. We had to tear down the walls, remove the doors, and shatter the columns. A much stronger and bigger structure was erected where it stood. Now almost no one remembers the old house. Its place is occupied by a modern building that continues to grow with time.

We are like that mansion. We were happy to fulfill our mission. We were satisfied with our small boundaries.

But we had much to learn. “Unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. . .” So, like the house, we died too. We die a little in every trial. We die to our self-sufficiency. We die in our suffering. And we are rebuilt. Our walls and columns might be broken, but we were not left demolished. We rose stronger and more stable. No wind can knock us over.