mustard seed

The Mustard Seed

Again (Jesus) said, "What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what story shall we use to describe it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest seed you plant in the ground. Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds of the air can perch in its shade."

Could there be more? Ever ask yourself that? Ever stared into a childs eyes wanting to know what they will become, what they will do and who they will grow into?

Have you simply looked into the stars and seen a bunch of bright far off lights or have you pondered the the vastness of space? Sometimes the small things are only precursers to the enormous. Sometimes small things expand to become the tremendous mysteries of life.

"Never underestimate the power of a pebble"- I once read that on some guys skateboard. It made me smile years ago, it makes me really think these days.

The vastness of the Kingdom of God. The Word planted in us. The "stories" Jesus told and the stories being told in our own lives today. The smallest of things spoken into our lives, planted if you will. Mere words? A mere man? Could there be more?
What could the words of this Jesus grow into in my own life? What would this kingdom look like in me? Small Questions, HUGE implications.

Lets hold that thought and go deeper...think Larger. The Kingdom of God. That's Big isn't it? Jesus; however, compared it to a mustard seed? Could it start with the smallnes, the mustard seeds of our own lives? And if all the "small lives" of those who have chosen to Follow Jesus were to become one...to be united...to grow what would that look like? A tree perhaps? A community of like minded people resting in its branches? A KINGDOM of people living in shade of the King? Wow.

What has been planted in your life? What are you growing inside the soil of your heart? What will become of your mustard seed? Wha could your life now look like reborn? What fruit would you bear? Lush green branches full of colorfull fruit or withered, sickened, dying limbs. How much meaning would be lost...or found?

What story shall be told about our lives? What Kingdom will they say we lived in? The smallville of our own limited selves or the expansive empire of a living, growing, loving God.

-Steev