Mustard Seeds

It has been awhile since I have written here. I had a baby at the end of March and it takes a minute to get back into the swing of things. In case you were wondering, baby boy was born a bit early, but healthy. He is growing and doing all the baby things. We are all delighted with him.

This Sunday is the parable of the mustard seed. The first sermon I preached at my internship congregation was on this parable. I was on Capitol Hill in Washington, DC. A world away from my childhood home in Minnesota, an hour from Canada. I bought mustard seeds and gave each person one. I thought the urban folks could use the tangible reminder of how tiny the seed is.

There are sermons you don’t forget preaching. This was one of them. The first times we do things are exhilarating and frightening. Particularly, when related to vocational identity.

Fast forward about 8 years later, and the parable became important in new ways.

One Saturday morning, spring of 2016, I received a phone call. After a few pleasantries, I was asked if Shobi’s Table and the Saint Paul Area Synod would be willing to take on the full responsibilities of owning a food truck. I said, “yes!”

The generosity alone was worthy of thanksgiving. The faithfulness of the generosity humbled me. I was told that the gift of the food truck was to be a ‘mustard seed to build the kingdom.’

A rather expensive and large mustard seed. And, absolutely it is a mustard seed.

It isn’t some massive federal program to end hunger.

It isn’t a mega church preaching to thousands of people on the weekends.

It is a meal. A few people gathered for prayer and communion. It isn’t flashy or all that expensive.

Just a little bit to do God’s work on the east side of St Paul.

Isn’t it hopeful? Isn’t it hopeful that this little bit does the creator’s work? Isn’t it hopeful that our one small thing can be a part of the bigger thing. Can be a part of the work God is doing in the world.

I take heart in the small moments of grace we see in our ministry. Friends greeting one another, prayers requested, vigils kept. All of it is God’s work. All of it is small. All of it matters.

So, dear ones, keep hope alive, for the small little bits are a part of God’s work in this world.

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