Mustard Seeds

Everyday I question things like…moving mountains with mustard seeds.  My brain can’t figure it out.  Virgins having babies, a god who lets people put him to death and the three-in-one thing.  It’s all too much for my little brain to understand. 

But then I walk out side and look up into the early morning darkness at all the stars that stretch from horizon to horizon, the amazing sunrise and the breath-taking day.

Something is going on…something much bigger than my brain understands. 

There is someone or something out there that can do all this.  There must be a god…an all-powerful God…who can do these wonderful things I don’t understand.

It seems I have a choice between a God I don’t understand that gives me peace, joy and comfort; or a world mired in chaos that I do understand but drives me insane.

So, I think…mustard seeds, mountains and all the other stuff.  Why Not?

The humbling feeling that washes over me at Mass leaving me breathless and unable to speak…unable to speak the words “Thank You” that are trapped inside…this I understand maybe not with my brain but with my heart.

Dear Lord Jesus

Just a word from this nave

Before I go to my grave

Thank you for the brains you gave

Thank you for the hearts you save

Grant me that I may be brave

So I might be your slave

Amen.