A Good Day for Planting Mustard Seeds.
I traveled to another Friends meeting today to support a guest speaker who was giving a presentation about US-sponsored torture and to hand out brochures from NRCAT. I was feeling very discouraged at how few of us there are who care, who do not buy into the "ticking bomb" argument, or who haven't been bewitched by the messages of fear or vengeance. As I closed my eyes and centered down during meeting for worship, I heard the words of Jesus:
The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches....
The kingdom of heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed into a large amount of flour until it worked all through the dough.
Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?
Come, follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
Jesus taught that the Kingdom of heaven ("God's passion," as Marcus Borg calls it) always starts with a small quantity or a few individuals, but eventually it grows, burgeons, thrives. And it occurred to me that what Jesus said back then is just as true today, that every generation seems to start over again, with a few who have a vision of something better, of a more just society, who plant the seed and work to make it grow.