I assure you that unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it can only be a single seed. But if it dies, it bears much fruit.
If we pause, even for a moment, to reflect on any aspect of the journey from Ash Wednesday to Lent, to Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday, we have a chance to open the door of our heart to our mortality, and in that moment we understand that we are so much more than our mortality. If we muster up the courage to look at , and dare to walk through that door, we are reminded that no matter what, our understanding of the wonder of life and death is just too small. Therefore, we must live, and we must die, and live again. That is our cross and we must experience this dying and living for ourselves. Only then can we learn to not fear, but to know only gratitude for the cross that we each must bear. Jesus told this story with his life: we do not have to die in vain. That in relinquishing our small deaths today, accepting the struggles and surrendering to God what we need to let go of, we can bear much good fruit. That fruit is not just for ourselves, but for life itself. That is Easter.
Maybe someday, all humans will know this, and more importantly, live this. Oh, what a world that would be.
Blessings to you in this sacred time of learning that God is always there, in the midst of it all, inviting you, in love, to walk through one more door. We journey together. Blessed be.