In Advent we look forward with anticipation to an event of great magnitude.
Remembrance and celebration of Jesus coming to earth for us.
Entering our fallen humanity with the purpose of being the only acceptable, possible sinless sacrifice for our sin.
Beginning in a humble place, with a message of universal hope and grace.
And like all historic occasions, as we look back we can see the seeds of it happening, the roots of origin revealed.
In the poem below I am trying to capture an essence of the foundations for God’s plan of salvation.
Because marvelling at Jesus coming to earth doesn’t stop (or start) with the babe in the manger.
It transcends time itself as part of God’s foreknowledge before we ever knew of it.
All stories start with a seed, a germ of an idea, a creative spirit.
This is the greatest story ever told. One we repeat with awe. God incarnate, come as one of us.
The story starts with a seed…
From a seed
Eve was deceived and
sowed a seed of destruction
leading to mankind’s expulsion
from heavenly joy into a darker
employ of labour and toil
fear, pain, guilt and shame
Yet hidden within her
human skin lay a dormant
a foretaste of the future
when sin’s enormity
would require a Saviour
And Mary became Seed-bearer
for the human race
to be redeemed by love
and set free by grace
by the birth of God on earth
constrained into a human frame
Her child – Jesus, our Messiah
Saviour, Servant-King and Lord
to whom we bring faith-seed offering
of a heart willing to believe
a mind receptive to receive
a spirit to praise and to adore
I’m sharing my chosen five-minute-friday word ‘seed’ and the poem that came from it with fellow word-wrangling wordsmith friends at Kate Motaung’s site, with Mel at essentialfridays and with Barbie for Weekend Whispers. You are very welcome to join us or to stop by and be blessed by reading the posts we share.