Jesus and the Seeds

This past Sunday I went to my favourite little shop, WestCoast Seeds. As I was puttering around, the owner came and asked if I needed help. I explained to him that I was doing a presentation at work and wanted to use some seeds as an illustration point. He asked who I was speaking to and what my job was. I told him I was talking to new pastors and that my job consisted of getting people's asses out of the pew and into the community. He looked at me for a few seconds then asked me to "lay it on him". He wanted to hear my presentation.

Now, I'm not a 'preaching to stranger' kinda gal, but I thought alright, let's talk Jesus and seeds. So, I laid it out. Talked about the biblical metaphors of gardening, commitment and soil. After I was done, he smiled, told me his name was Don and that he was going to help me out. He went to the back of the store and came back with a box of thousands of packs of seeds. He asked me how many I was speaking too. I told him 25 or so this week, but that I was leading a workshop in April that could have a 100. Don handed me 100 packs of seeds and told me to come back in April and he'd set up me with a box full.

Don reminded me of something. That Jesus appeals to folk. On every level, in strange places and when you least expect it.