He also said, “With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable will we use for it? It 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.”
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This realm in which God has given us to live, we can only see in part but the rich textures of its true nature reveal themselves. This land is more fluid than solid. The earth flows with either hot magma or the constant process of plant life growing and decaying, creating more soil from which new growth is possible. I never wanted to live in California or any places where earthquakes happen. There are certain things I count on. The earth being still beneath my feet is one of those things. But I know better now. I know that the earth is always in motion, always spinning and I don't feel the spin because I am spinning with it. I know the earth is sculpting sand dunes, changing river beds, exploding new land masses and shifting tectonic plates. It is soil and dying and growing. Where do hummingbirds go during a hurricane? Where do they find shelter and solid ground when their world becomes impossibly hard? What I know for certain is that we all belong here on this groaning, shifting sphere and the One who created it and us is a mystery of solidity and movement.
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Grant to those too content with stillness, the sensation of movement and to those who are motion-sick, the healing of a quiet nest. Amen.