“You don’t have enough faith,” Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.” Matthew 17:20 (NLT)
As Christ-followers we all hope we have at least as much faith as a tiny mustard seed. This is true. Lord, help my unbelief. I've given much thought lately to a growing faith. In the beginnings, is our faith small? Does it grow with time or with study or with prayer or with fellowship or with what? Can a faith grow stagnant? What could we do to the mountains in our lives if our faith got bigger? Big like say, a watermelon seed? Could we be very bold and ask the Spirit for enough faith that our seeds would grow into actual, recognizable fruit? Love, joy, peace....
We host Vacation Bible School next week. I'm a fan. In our final preparation meeting last night, there were some new volunteers. Isn't that always exciting? These two ladies are heading up crafts (bless you crafty people). Two moms with young children. They're beautiful and sweet! What, 20 years younger than me? I thought back to where they are in life. Then I got excited. Strange? Let me explain.
These women are at the beginning of motherhood. They're likely in the midst of developing a faith apart from that of their parents (both were raised in the church). They have much learning to do. Bible studies to attend. Sunday School lessons to teach. All the books they haven't read. Those hard-earned lessons parenthood will teach them. Newlyweds starting out. May they always have a hunger for a growing faith.
In so many ways, everything in their adult life is just beginning.
It was in my 20s that I really started examining my faith. What was this gift my mother (and others) had passed onto me? Twenty-some years later and I'm still examining it. If I were to sit down and write out all the questions I have about God and the Bible and Christians, they might take away my metaphorical license to be a Bible teacher. But here's the thing, my faith has grown.
I don't know what comparable seed size it is, but I know my Redeemer lives. I know who holds tomorrow. I know this hope I have. His name is Jesus.
To those beautiful ladies who will tackle paint, glue guns and tiny grains of rice (oh my) with young children in our local church next week, can I give you some advice? Explore your faith. Lean in close. Realize this very important truth about faith and seeds. Both do most of their growth unseen. There's a lot going on in the inside, where no one sees. Ask hard questions fearlessly and stand face to face before God, then trust him to answer.
The answer might be yes, here's the answer you're looking for. It might be no, you don't need that answer. It might be maybe, and boy, does God show up in the waiting periods of maybe. When we dare to spend time with God, in this conversational style of questions and answers, there's one guarantee.
You'll know God more. I find that very exciting.