And when you sow, you sow not the body that will be, but a mere grain-perhaps of wheat, or something else.
And then sleeps by night and rises by day, while the seed is shooting up and growing--he knows not how.
You foolish man! The seed you yourself sow does not come to life, unless it dies!
God gives it the body that he pleases-to each seed its special body.
All thanks to God, who, through our union with the Christ, leads us in one continual triumph, and uses us to spread the sweet odor of the knowledge of him in every place.