Clay in the Hands

There is an older Chevrolet commercial set on a highway running through a cornfield.  The opening scene shows a close up of the pavement with one kernel of corn laying there.  After a few seconds, the kernel begins to vibrate and then suddenly it is catapulted into the air where it miraculously morphs into a Suburban, which hits the ground running.  As it drives off, the camera pans back down to another kernel that follows suit, but it turns into an Avalanche pick up.  Soon, one vehicle after another is “popping” onto the highway.  As the vehicles begin to appear, they form a line moving the same direction down the road.  They begin, one after the other to pass an old Chevrolet farm truck driving the same direction down the road.  As the vehicles pass, the camera zooms in on the open bed of the old truck.  There in the back is a large gunnysack of corn seed spilled over into the bed.  The commercial ends with a flood of kernels spilling out of the back of the truck onto the highway.

As I sat and watched that commercial and pondered the message of the old truck spreading the seed and the resulting “lineage” of newer vehicles popping up, I began to see this as a metaphor for our own Christian heritage.

Our existence is dependent on the many who have been here before us.  Our heritage is one of seeds, spread out over time and space.  In turn the future is dependent on the seeds we sow.

What kind of seeds are your spreading?  Where are you sowing them?