One day a man received, as a gift, a single seed. He treasured this gift for within this seed contained the DNA of promise and potential. He loved his seed. He showed it to all his friends and family and all were amazed. He love his seed so much he commissioned a beautiful crystal case on which was beautifully engraved the date he received it. The case took prominence on his fireplace mantle, and was proudly shown to all who came. Weeks, months, and finally a year passed and the seed and it's beautiful case collected dust. Sometimes the man actually walked into his beautiful room and forgot the seed was even there. But he loved books on seeds and they soon competed with the seed itself for prominence on the fireplace mantle. In fact, he became somewhat of an expert on the origin and variety of seeds.
Year after year passed and as the man grew older he sometimes held the beautiful case and gazed at the seed with longing and even a bit of sadness for he knew yet still, it was filled with promise. Maybe...some day.
John 12:24 NIV Very truly I tell you, unless a seed of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.
Mongolians are planting their seeds!