When
I was about grade school age, I received a necklace with a pendant of
a translucent heart, and inside the heart was a mustard seed. I think
it was a gift from one of my godparents, but not sure. From my
church-going, I did know at the time that the mustard seed was a
symbol of faith, you know, “the smallest of all seeds becomes the
largest of plants.”
Years
later, the heart was soldered onto a charm bracelet, and I still have
it.
The
summer before Amanda was going to begin kindergarten, May of 1992, I
quit my job at the day care to spend those last free days with the
girls. Among our goals for the summer was to read together the book
The Parables of Jesus by James Montgomery Boice. I thought it
would be rewarding to share the Parables with the girls, and it would
also be a chance to better understand the Parables myself.
If
someone today were to say we need faith that grows like a mustard
seed, and if I were to correct that person by saying a mustard tree
is not what our faith is supposed to become – eyes would roll and I
would be told, “You know what I mean.”
But
today a mustard seed as a symbol of what Christianity can grow into
makes me a little uncomfortable.
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