One Sabbath day as Jesus was walking through some grain fields, his disciples began breaking off heads of grain to eat.
Break off the top, the head of the grain. I picture wheat – it could have been barley or oats or several other grains but I see more wheat where I live and I picture wheat. From the ground a long fragile stem with just a few thin leaves. On top making the plant top-heavy are rolls of seeds, fifty to a hundred kernels of wheat packed together. Pull the top off of one of the stems and just roll it in your hand as you walk along. At first a lot of the dried, grass like, covering comes off – just let it sprinkle on to the narrow dirt path between fields. Separate out four or five kernels and rub them a little harder with your thumb until they are clean seeds and pop them into your mouth. The conversation continues, you look up and smile, give your friend a little punch in response to something he said and chew a few more bits of grain. It’s a peaceful, quiet, Saturday morning.
In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
He existed in the beginning with God.
God created everything through him,
and nothing was created except through him.
The Word gave life to everything that was created,
and his life brought light to everyone.
The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness can never extinguish it
The Word, God, walked along a dirt path, with friends. I like that concept.