John 12:24 NLT
I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives.
While grieving Kunle Olaifa the day after he passed, this passage of scripture dropped in my heart and consoled me.
Let’s talk about seeds for a while. Let’s use the orange seed. If you have seen it before, you know it is very small and most people throw it away when they see them in their oranges.
But if you take that one seed and plant it in the soil, it germinates, with water and sunlight. In the process of germination, that seed dies. And then it opens up and starts to grow. The plant sprouts and grows bigger. Leaves start to come out and so do the orange fruits. That one tree continues to produce fruits year in, year out. And those fruits would have an average of about 6-7 seeds which can in turn be planted to yield more.
And more and more and more.
We started from that one seed planted and we have arrived at infinity.
Kunle was a grain of wheat. He was a catalyst for change. He had great dreams. He was a big dreamer!
Now, like a grain of wheat or a seed of orange, he has died.
And out of his death, this great yield begins.
A geometric progression that never ends.
So who are the seeds of Kunle Olaifa?
You and I.
Everyone who heard him speak and those who heard him dream out loud.
But you can decide to be an unproductive fruit or seed. But remember that there are other fruits and other seeds from this same person.
You decide if you want to throw away the seeds or replant them.
Whatever you decide, does not matter much to me.
I will bear fruit and be a part of this great yield.