The reign of the spirit is like a one scattering seed on the ground and then sleeping at night and getting up by day, while the seed sprouts and comes up without them knowing.
The ground of itself is productive, putting forth first a blade then a head, then fully developed wheat in the head.
But as soon as the crop is ready, the one who scattered the seed goes in with a sickle, for the harvest is ready.
The kingdom of the spirit is like a muster seed, which when it is sown in the ground, although the smallest of all seeds, yet grows to be of the larges plants and produces branches so large that the wild birds can roost under the shelter of it.