A Mustard Seed

“I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed,
you can say to this mountain, ‘Move! ‘ and it will move. Nothing will
be impossible for you.”  Matthew 17:20

Today the Shawn Silvera Celebration Events Committee presented $25,523.00 to six charities.  The funds were raised this past September at the BE HERE NOW Benefit Dinner.  It was a beautiful completion to the event’s success.  I believe God is the God of creation and he instills in each one of us a desire to create.  He gives us creative power and energy expecting those talents to be used for His glory.  I find myself closest to God when I create with the talents I have been given. 

The BE HERE NOW Benefit Dinner was a vision inspired by my Creator in addition to a vision accomplished.  I know many good things will come from the good work and tireless efforts of many strong people to see this goal to completion. The story comes full circle.  The story of love and life and giving makes a loop with the thread that binds us all.  We heal when we reach out a hand to help someone else. 

There is a sign hanging in my office at home that reads, “What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?” I know the answer to this question for myself.  I would walk in God’s path and not be afraid.  I have witnessed God’s work firsthand.  And I know this is where I want to walk.

There is an old Chinese tale about the woman whose only son died.  In
her grief, she went to the holy man and said, “what prayers, what
magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life?”
Instead of sending her away or reasoning with her, he said to her,
“Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow.  We
will use it to drive the sorrow out of your life.”  The woman set off
at once in search of that magical mustard seed.  She came first to a
splendid mansion, knocked at the door, and said, “I am looking for a
home that has never known sorrow.  Is this such a place?  It is very
important to me.”  They told her, “You’ve certainly come to the wrong
place,” and began to describe all the tragic things that had recently
befallen them.  The woman said to herself, “who is better able to help
these poor unfortunate people than I, who have had misfortune of my
own?”  She stayed to comfort them, and then went on in her search for a
home that had never known sorrow.  But, wherever she turned, in hovels
and in palaces, she found one tale after another of sadness and
misfortune.  Ultimately, she became so involved in ministering to other
people’s grief that she forgot about her quest for the magical mustard
seed, never realizing that it had in fact driven the sorrow out of her

Taken from “When Bad Things Happen to Good People” By Harold Kushner

This entry was posted in God. Bookmark the permalink.

Comments are closed.