A day of small things

Nothing is lost.  Nothing is so small
that it does not return.
Dana Giola

mustard seed

Again he said, “What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it?  It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all seeds on earth.  Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds can perch in its shade.” The Gospel of Mark

Letting-be is a way of living according to which we no longer view things, persons, or events in terms of their usefulness but accept them in their autonomy.  We no longer wish to possess or subvert things to our own projects; we wish only to restore things to themselves and persons to their own freedom.  Donald W. Buggert, o carm

Bigger on the inside

What is so small in my day and life that goes unnoticed?  The thing that is easily dismissed.  The thing, which like the Tardis, is bigger on the inside.   The very thing that houses within itself it’s own growth.  This is the stuff of faith, and of the Kingdom.

It’s tempting to take this parable as some short cut route to some expansion, gain or increase.  It may be in getting our hands on (‘possessing’ and ‘subverting’ as Buggert puts it) such a secret, that we are thwarted and disappointed.  Hands off rather than hands on is the spiritual task some say.  We plant something and then let it go.  Autonomy and freedom are big words that fully deserve our attention, their existence appreciated not only by ourselves but also for others, as the birds who perch in its branches would testify.   

What small seed am I invited to plant?