Seeds In Us All

As you all know by now, yesterday´s gospel was the story of the mustard seed. We went to two services at the Cathedral, and have been contemplating ever since, the seeds we sow, and those sown within us. Riding home in the taxi from the city center, I watched and listened as my son sat in the front seat chattering away, in a tone I seldom hear, and in a language I do not understand, and thinking about the seeds he was sowing in me as I listened without understanding, and in the driver (who it turns out has worked in Wisconsin) through his ability and willingness to ask of his life and his son on that Father´s Day. Today, the work began in earnest, going through 26 gallons of paint, cleaning up, and making ourselves ready for more of the same tomorrow. We arrived here, of course, thinking mostly of the seeds we believe we are here to sow, perhaps in the hearts and minds of the children who go to that church and visited us today as we worked. But one quickly realizes the seeds being sown in our own hearts and minds by the welcome we have received and warmth, humility and appreciation of all around us. Many have so little and yet give so much of themselves. What becomes clear in time is that we are not really giving one to another, but that we are all nuturing the most important seed sown in all of us, the seed of the Holy Spirit, in the hope, that with time, and work it can become the seat of mindfulness, knowledge and understanding that God placed it there to be. Tired as we all are, it is a reason to rise tomorrow and do it all again, in the hope that seed can be nutured and grow, and change us all in the process. Brent