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Mustard Seed Moments – Guest Post
Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
-Hebrews 13:1-2 (ESV)
I expect God to show up in big ways. I think a lot of us want the obvious part-the-Red-Sea events that make us say “oh yeah, I know that’s you God.” But more often than not, I’m finding that God is a little more subtle. It’s the times when we can look back, take a breath, and wonder how we didn’t see it in the moment. When God chooses to move ever so slightly, and it shifts the whole world- I’m thinking our savior arriving as a baby kind of gentle subtlety that is dependent on humanity’s hospitality. Those kinds of waves have a ripple effect that spread throughout the world, and they are the exact places where God is best at work.
Mustard seed movements, I like to call them. Tiny and seemingly insignificant, but once they’re planted in good soil, they’re strong and unstoppable.
A few years ago I went to Disney World with my then 3 year old daughter. She’s a wonderful travel partner and generally a very well behaved little kid. This day, while she was still the easy-going little girl I knew, her legs were only so big and couldn’t carry her any more. After a long day in the sun, she was tired and I decided to carry her through the park after having dinner. When the park was closing, we headed back to catch a shuttle for our hotel
and I too, was extremely tired at this point. We got onto the shuttle and there was only standing room available. I’m a single mom (and have been since she was 8 months old) so I’m used to not having a partner to switch with to give each other a little break. I’ve always been pretty good with just buckling down and doing what has to get done. But today, in this moment, I really felt like I couldn’t take another step. It wasn’t that it had been a bad day, or that she was being difficult, I was just tired. All I wanted was two minutes to re-group and carry on. I leaned up against a pole to reposition my daughter on my hip and closed my eyes to try to stop tears, when an elderly man tapped my shoulder.
“You sit down.” He said to me, pointing to his seat.
I tried to tell him that we were fine and that he could keep his seat, but he could either tell that I was lying, or he honestly didn’t care because he smiled and told me to sit down again. I thanked him as I sat down with my daughter on my lap. And he told me “It’s ok. I’m a dad, and now a grandpa. I’m used to it.”
The next day was our time to leave and as we got onto the plane I was told that my 3 year old and I wouldn’t be able to sit together. This obviously, wasn’t going to be okay with me and a family nearby overheard the conversation I was having with a flight attendant. I can’t remember the exact layout, but my daughter and I ended up sitting next to the father of this family while his wife and daughters sat in a different spot on the plane. It turned out that he was a pastor from Milwaukee, and we spent the entire plane ride from Orlando to Milwaukee talking to each other. We spoke words about God and our favorite theologians, Magic Kingdom, parenting, and my struggle to find a home church. We prayed with each other and parted ways in the airport.
It’s been over 3 years, but I still remember the kindness of the stranger on the shuttle who saw a young and overly tired mom and willingly gave up his seat, and of Pastor Erik and his family who reorganized their entire seating arrangement so I could sit next to my daughter.
That’s Christian hospitality. That’s the kind of hospitality we’re called to live out in Hebrews 13:1-2. And while they might seem small, it’s where we see God show up over and over again. Mustard seed movements look like a savior in a manger, washing each other’s feet, and watching the sunrise every morning as if God is telling creation to keep moving forward toward the light.
Mustard seed movements happen every day, but they’re still self-sacrificing and leave impressions on our brothers and sister. That’s a Kingdom move. Simple as it might be, not some earth-shattering, skies opening experience, these are the kinds of moments God chooses to work through His people. He makes their little lights shine from within as a way to guide us.
It’s in these moments where God walks us back home.