As Jesus walked to Jerusalem, the people thought the Kingdom of God would appear at once.
But Jesus told a parable—
not of triumph, but of trust.
Not of spectacle, but of stewardship.
The Kingdom, He said, begins in small matters.
My mother is growing older.
Now I care for her,
as once she cared for me.
She was not perfect—none of us are—
yet all that she did sprang from love.
And now, I return that love.
Not out of duty,
but out of gratitude.
Out of mercy.
Out of faith.
I hear the echo of the mother from Maccabees:
“It is the Creator of the universe
who shapes each man’s beginning.
Son, have pity on me,
who carried you in my womb,
nursed you, raised you, supported you.
Look at the heavens and the earth,
and see all that is in them.”
This plea reminds me:
life itself is gift.
And love—love alone—
is the fitting response.
Jesus says,
“Be faithful in small matters,
and you will be entrusted with greater things.”
Love is no small effort.
Not small in sacrifice.
But small in the world’s eyes.
Yet in God’s eyes,
it is treasure.
It is faithfulness in the hidden places.
It is the Kingdom, quietly unfolding.
Love—
when folded into daily tasks,
even when hidden in silence—
is never wasted.
Love multiplies.
Like the servant’s coins,
it grows.
It opens new horizons of grace.
Life is not finished.
God is always creating.
Always opening new possibilities.
Even in aging.
Even in weakness.
There is room for love to grow.
The present moment may feel heavy.
But God’s horizon is wider than what we see.
The Kingdom is not postponed.
It is here—
in the clasp of two hands,
in the quiet return of love.
So I honor my mother.
And I honor the Lord,
by being faithful in this small matter.
And I pray—
that when my work is done,
I may hear those words of blessing:
“Well done, good servant.”
Prayer: Faithful in Small Matters
Lord,
Teach me to be faithful
in the hidden work of care.
Let love grow, even in weakness.
And when my work is done,
may I hear You say:
“Well done, good servant.”
Amen.
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