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Jesus said that the Kingdom of God “is like a mustard seed, which, when sown upon the ground, is the smallest of all the seeds on earth; yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs, and puts forth large branches, so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade” (Mark 4:30-32).

We, like the mustard seed, must wait for the seasons of life and for the passing of our days, so that we may grow into our spiritual fullness.  And like the mustard bush, it is not necessary for us to be in a big hurry about it.  Despite our fretfulness, we are living in eternal time and eternal time does not “run out.”  

Jesus took his own time in his ministry.  He travelled the hills and valleys of Galilee with his disciples and many times we are told that he rested and even spent time enjoying his friendship with Mary, Martha and Lazarus in their home near Bethany.  And as for the hard times, the times of vexation by others, he suggested that we should learn to shake the dust off our feet when others are harsh or inhospitable and get on with our journey.

We need to learn to live each moment of the Kingdom to the fullest.  Sometimes this includes times of suffering and drinking from the bitterest of life’s cups as Jesus did.  At other times, we can experience periods of quietness, love, joy, and peace, which are fruits of God’s spirit.   We can grow in our ability to share God’s blessings and message of love and transformation with others. 

But we do not need to hurry ourselves.  We are reminded by Luke  that he challenged of the Pharisees who were expecting God’s Kingdom to appear “here” or “there” to recognize that the Kingdom is entos hymon or among us. (Luke 17:20-21).  But it is not complete.

The confused and bereaved disciples recognized in Jesus’ death and resurrection that he was who he said he was.   Despite their closeness to Jesus, it took each of them “their own good time.”  Someday, in each of us, the mustard seed will be fully grown, and God’s Kingdom will complete itself.

We are told that when that day comes, every tear will be wiped from our eyes; sorrow and pain will be gone forever; and the tree of Life will have healed all of the nations. 

But there is no hurry.  All of this will come in its due time.

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I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. And then it is gone. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.--

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Beannacht

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory