At the Jubilee school, some potatoes were stored in an underground cellar. For some reason, perhaps because of too much moisture, the potatoes started to rot. When we went down the cellar, we found this macabre but beautiful sight. The rotting potatoes gave out a foul smell; but they were also sprouting - fresh-looking shoots were everywhere.
They reminded me of John 12:24: “unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” Death and life do go hand-in-hand. If we wish to help (give life to) others, we must be willing to make sacrifices. I have learned my lessons abundantly going to Gansu this time.