The Lent Series: Seeds.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted.

I’ll be honest. I don’t know much of anything about Lent.

I never had much exposure to it growing up. I think I always saw it as a religious duty, performed only by certain religious sects.

But Easter is my favorite celebration. Probably more than Christmas.

I love the Advent season because it’s supposed to be time set apart to prepare our hearts for Christmas, for His coming, to celebrate the meaning behind the day.

But I’ve never really participated in the Lent season. What draws me to it now is the meaning behind it.

Preparing our hearts for the ultimate celebration, to remember Christ’s sacrifice, His resurrection.

This season is generally marked by lack, by going without, by giving something up. It is considered 40 days long and this is often correlated to the time Jesus went into the wilderness to fast and pray, where He was tempted by the devil. That time was so significant because it was after He returned that he began His ministry.

I was listening to a message by Willie George recently and he was talking about how new life always comes from the dying of something. Just like seeds go into the ground and break apart to produce growth. Just like Jesus was broken and buried to give life.

For this season of Lent, that’s what I want to focus on.

This idea of death and life.

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. Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. John 12:24-25

I want to be diligent about denying myself. I want to go into the wilderness for 40 days. I want to find whatever distractions I’ve let keep me from fervently seeking Him and weed them out.

There are things happening in my life, as I’m sure there are in yours, that are big and exciting. I feel new seasons creeping up. I feel like God is preparing me for new things.

But only if I let Him. Only if I do my part.

40 days. To let pieces of ourselves die to create new life. To simplify. To refine. To plant. To focus our attention on Him. His character. His love. His sacrifice. To allow Him to dig around in our hearts and cultivate those seeds we have buried.

Because that’s what they are. Seeds. When we let go of the things we hold so tight, when we bury them in the ground, what looks like a funeral to us, becomes an opportunity to Him. They become seeds for Him to bring to life.

They buried Him and what looked like a funeral was the greatest cause for celebration the world has ever known.

I want to bring my heart back to that.

Reverence. Remembrance. The resurrection power that changed it all.


I’ll be back every week of Lent, reflecting on what this season means and what He’s doing in my heart. Will you join me this season?

What do you need to bury for these forty days? What seeds do you need to plant? I’d love to know in the comments. :)