Dying Dafs

Daffodils are a welcome harbinger of spring. At this time of year, however, many are looking tired, their vitality spent, the petals fallen or browning. Yet this is something that should give us equal pleasure. If the blooming daf reminds us that spring is here, how much more the dying daf that summer is soon?

As our bodies grow tired and exhausted, they remind is that our homecoming in heaven draws near. Decay anticipates renewal; dying portends resurrection.

But someone will say, “How are the dead raised up? And with what body do they come?” Foolish one, what you sow is not made alive unless it dies. And what you sow, you do not sow that body that shall be, but mere grain—perhaps wheat or some other grain. But God gives it a body as He pleases, and to each seed its own body. 1 Cor. 15:35-38