Seeds

I bought some seeds a couple weeks ago. While I posses no ground to plant them in, I like the idea of having them. They are currently fastened to my bathroom mirror, (actually the packet they are contained in is taped there…but you get the point.) Would these small little wonders ever to meet the earth, they would spring up as sunflowers.

I have always been under the impression that the name for these brilliant plants stemmed from their paralleled appearance to the sun. Wikipedia has been so kind as to set the record strait:

“At sunrise, the faces of most sunflowers are turned towards the east. Over the course of the day, they follow the sun from east to west, while at night they return to an eastward orientation.”

This sun following pattern continues for as long as the flower grows. At the end of this stage, the stem will stiffen causing the bloom to always be oriented in the eastward direction.

Oh, to get following the Son on that level. To rise with Him, track His every movement, and with great enthusiasm return to the starting position so that not a drop of His light is missed the next day.

I am fascinated that a flower in the process of dying turns east. The voice of J.D. Walt rings in my ears, “Look to the east, He’s coming back.” While the theological soundness of this could be questioned…I picture a sea of saints, who spent their living days soaking in the Son, facing east. Waiting, worshiping. He’s coming back. Earth will be restored and they have a front row seat.

As a random side note…and something for your head to play with… a wild sunflower typically does not turn toward the sun and will orient it self in many directions when mature. Despite this, its leaves will flow suit with the tame flowers. Deep down, I wonder if a small part of everyone yearns to become aliened with His order. Just a thought…