Show Don't Tell: Mark 4:26-29

In a small village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a humble farmer named Eli. Every spring, he would rise before dawn, the soft light of morning casting a golden hue over the dew-kissed fields. With calloused hands, he would scatter seeds across the dark, rich soil, a simple act filled with hope and promise. As he worked, each seed fell into the earth with a whispered prayer, believing in the unseen miracle that would follow.…