Scripture  John 12:20-33  Some Greeks who had come to worship at the Passover Feast came to Philip, who was from  Bethsaida in Galilee,  and asked him, “Sir, we would like to see Jesus.”  Philip went and told  Andrew;  then Andrew and Philip went and told Jesus. Jesus answered them,  “The hour  has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Amen, amen, I say to you,  unless a grain of  wheat falls to the ground and dies,  it remains just a grain of wheat;  but if it dies, it produces  much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will preserve it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me,  and where I am, there also  will my servant be. The Father will honor whoever serves me. “I am troubled now. Yet what  should I say?  ‘Father, save me from this hour’? But it was for this purpose that I came to this  hour. Father, glorify your name.” Then a voice came from heaven,  “I have glorified it and will  glorify it again.” The crowd there heard it and said it was thunder;  but others said, “An  angel has spoken to him.” Jesus answered and said,  “This voice did not come for my sake  but for yours. Now is the time of judgment on this world;  now the ruler of this world will be  driven out. And when I am lifted up from the earth,  I will draw everyone to myself.” He said this indicating the kind of death he would die.
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Fifth Sunday of Lent
Vincent van Gogh, “The Sower,” 1888
Artist: Vincent Willem van Gogh was a major Post-Impressionist painter. A Dutch artist whose  work had a far-reaching influence on 20th-century art.  Born: March 30, 1853, Zundert, Netherlands Died: July 29, 1890, Auvers-sur-Oise, France Nationality: Dutch Period: Post-Impressionism
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Reflection: Seeds Like Van Gogh’s sower or like Jesus in the Gospel, in the scarcity and threat of winter we hold close what was given to us in the summer: the memory of a time we were loved; the security and calm of companionship; our lives as they tick along. Perhaps these are our golden seeds, remnants of an abundance that has passed us by. Where are you in the scene? Are you the sower? An observer? Notice how the ground feels under your feet as you walk the rows. What warmth does the light bring? ◾Notice the sower’s face as he pulls the sun-burnished seeds from his purse. What do these weightless kernels mean to him? How does he feel as they fall from his hand? ◾How do you feel? What seeds do you hold? What have you held close to protect it from the cold? ◾Can you pull those seeds from your purse? It can feel impossible to let go of what we have been given, to release into the crusted ground what has brought us life. It requires an outrageous courage, an irrational trust in a still-dead world to believe that what dies produces fruit. Even more, the frosted skin of the soil must be slashed for the seeds to be planted. They must enter the wound. ◾How does it feel to imagine turning over your hand? ◾Do the seeds carry the golden light as they fall? ◾What is it like as they enter the furrowed ground? But perhaps it is not we who sow. Perhaps it is the Lord who sows and we who are the field. ◾How has God prepared this cold ground for the gift of these seeds? What is God placing within us? ◾How does it feel to be warmed be the setting sun? Is there any opening to what God is attempting to give? ◾Are there wounds that you would like the Lord to plant seeds of hope within? ◾Can you ask for what you desire? Ours is a God who sows before the setting sun, who sows before night falls. Speak with the Lord now about what has happened in your prayer. Whether you have felt drawn to watch or to sow or to be a recipient of the good seed, speak with the Lord about what has happened, as one friend speaks to another. Concluding Prayer Glory be to the Father,  and to the Son,  and to the Holy Spirit.  As it was in the beginning,  is now, and ever shall be,  world without end.  Amen.