One man sowed 300 seeds and those three hundred grew to believe and worship. Never passing on the message. It stopped at 300. Another man also sowed 300, five grew. Those five spread the message and grew ten fold. What appeared to be the best harvest was the last harvest. What appeared to me a measly harvest went on for many more harvest seasons, with bountiful yields. A fruitful tree yeilds beyond the next harvest. Today we think of inheritance beyond the next generation and pray to leave a footprint of love. After all, in the end there was only love.
Sewskimo Gertz 