Posted by: livingscripture | June 17, 2012

Eleventh Sunday of Ordinary Time

From the Word of the Day

“The Kingdom of God…is like a mustard seed that, when it is sown in the ground, is the smallest of all seeds on earth.”

                                                        (Mark 4: 31)

                                                                                                                                 

How should we live this Word 

When one holds a mustard seed, the preciseness of this parable is very evident.  It looks like the point of a needle!

It is worthwhile to pause on this image of the smallest seed that exists.  Its littleness lies in the mystery of being buried and dead underground and then to become incredibly fecund.  It grows into the tallest of all the bushes and puts forth branches so large that it offers a shady refuge for the birds of the sky.  Discovering littleness in this Gospel metaphor uncovers the mystery of the explosion of grace in the measure in which it is the opposite of the eloquence and magnificence of appearances so dear to worldliness. Jesus warns us about doing good and blowing our trumpet so that all will be aware of what we have done.  Or praying and performing ascetical practices so that all may see and praise us.  All this is like a hot air balloon that will burst and nothing will remain.

Within its littleness, the tiny seed has all the power of life.  Not only does it produce joyful fruit for itself, but for all the others as well.  How many sisters and brothers find the shade of comfort and encouragement under the branches of that tree whose seed accepted the death of its ego in order to live for the Lord?

Today in my pause for silent contemplation, I will rejoice in my littleness that with God’s grace can become fruitful for others and for me.

Lord, help me to live the adventure of the small seed.  Grant that I may not fear my littleness but give it over to You. 

The voice of St. Gregory of Nyssa, Church Doctor 

Let Your Kingdom come upon me until all the passions that dominate and enslave me are driven away.  Just as the smoke dissolves, so will they dissolve.  Just as the wax melts in the fire, so too will they perish.


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