Daily Devotional, March 22, 2020
"Now among those who went up to worship at the festival were some Greeks. They came to Philip, who was from Bethsaida in Galilee, and said to him, “Sir, we wish to see Jesus.” Philip went and told Andrew; then Andrew and Philip went and told Jesus. Jesus answered them, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there will my servant be also. Whoever serves me, the Father will honor.” (NRSV)
Thoughts for the Day: There’s a terrific series books by Douglas Adams called “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. A humorous science fiction series of five novels written in such a way as only British writers have seemed to gotten down to an art form. In the book, a computer named Deep Thought was built to answer the Ultimate Question: about life, the universe, and everything. The answer, after 7.5 million years of computing is: 42. Deep Thought explains that the answer is easy, but the question itself is the hard part. The Earth is then built (hint: it's a giant computer) to figure out the Question.
Douglas Adams was on to something. We as humans are seekers, questioners, and explorers. In short, we want answers.
This passage struck me as a sort of “huh?” moment for Disciples. They ask Jesus if he’d like to meet some Greeks, and he gives them a seemingly off topic answer.
We seek to be like Jesus. We seek to follow him. We ask questions to things that we already have the answer to. Jesus had a purpose. So do we also have a purpose; like a seed, it must be planted. We must be planted so that our old life can die, and a new life can spring from it. As a seed our purpose is very limited and dormant. That’s our purpose. We need to be rooted, sometimes feeling as if we’re going through some very dark places, cultivated and grown, to become something almost unrecognizable from what we once were.
Prayer: Master Gardener, it is for you the I was created, it is in you that I find my purpose. Amen.