The Tablets, the Seeds, and Our Own Wild Hearts
Faith isn’t a straight path. It winds through joy and struggle, clarity and silence. And yet, God walks with us—in every twist, every stumble, every prayer.
We read of Moses, ablaze with righteous fury, casting down the stone tablets of God’s law. Why? Because the people—impatient, restless—built their golden calf. They wanted something visible, something immediate. That ancient rebellion lives on. In our own lives, how often do we trade divine mystery for man-made certainty? We shape our own idols from fear, control, and convenience. We all have a bit of wildness still pulsing in our hearts.
And then, Jesus. He doesn’t condemn. He speaks of mustard seeds and yeast—quiet things, small and unassuming. But they change everything. The Kingdom of Heaven isn’t loud or grand. It’s slow and steady. Transformative from the inside out. God is in the overlooked, the ordinary, the smallest stirrings of grace.
What holds these stories together? Mercy. Movement. A God who never gives up. Moses intercedes; Jesus encourages. God's love doesn't wait for perfection—it meets us in process. Forgives. Nourishes. Grows.
So, the invitation is clear:
🪔 Where are we building golden calves—placing trust in idols that cannot save?
🌱 Where might we be yeast—letting grace rise quietly in our homes, our relationships, our weary souls?
Faith is rarely flashy. But it's always fertile.
Let our hearts seek His will—and find joy in pleasing Him.
The Kingdom is rising within us.
One faithful step at a time.
Amen.🙏
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