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       Calvary 
        Episcopal Church   
         Gospel: 
        Matthew 13:31-33, 
        44-52 Once upon 
        a time a small group (Was it ten men?) gathered to see if they could perhaps 
        establish an Episcopal parish here in Memphis. And from that day, 170 
        years ago, from that tiny group, from that first desire, has come this 
        vibrant and thriving parish and all the parishes in this diocese, each 
        established as a mission by Calvary. Once many 
        years ago in a deserted and devastated downtown, one small group decided 
        to risk establishing a restaurant on the river. And from that courage 
        we see today so many new establishments and so much excitement, all of 
        which we call downtown Memphis. Once, way 
        back in 1776, a small group of families agreed to risk livelihoods and 
        lives, joining a movement dedicated to the freedom and civil rights of 
        each individual in a society. From that small group grew a great revolution 
        that has changed the world for all time and has given us the incredible 
        gift of the United States of America. And once, 
        two thousand years ago, a small group of simple fishermen and laborers 
        felt their own hearts quicken at the preaching and teaching of a carpenter, 
        and followed him, lived with him, learned from him. Their movement has 
        changed the world and each of us and will continue to call more and more 
        followers throughout the world, capturing hearts by the vision of servanthood. The Kingdom 
        of Heaven is huge but it starts with faith so tiny that it may be compared 
        to the size of a mustard seed. The seed is all that is needed. God takes 
        care of the growth. The Kingdom is within us, within you and within me. 
        And it has tremendous growth potential. But the seed is enough. Growth 
        will come. There are 
        times in our lives when our faith may grow thin, times when our trust 
        in God is a bit troubled or challenged or vulnerable. We know there are 
        millions of starving children around our world, but we also believe, at 
        the same time, that God is in Gods Heaven and will continue to help 
        us to find ways to change things. But if we find ourselves starving and 
        our children starving in our arms, we may wonder whether God really cares. I know about 
        suffering and death. I know that Jesus suffered and died. And I know that 
        God took care of it. Made it okay. Suffering and sacrifice for a greater 
        good. I am okay with that. But if the sacrifice is someone I know deeply 
        and love daily, and if the suffering is up close and personal, I may possibly 
        just find my relationship with God growing complicated. I may find my 
        faith just a bit troubled or challenged or vulnerable. Maybe even more 
        than a bit. I have a 
        friend of great faith and spirit, whose mother has been diagnosed with 
        a terminal illness. She describes herself as finding her feelings towards 
        God different than before the diagnosis, and her faith feeling thinner, 
        perhaps troubled or challenged or vulnerable. I am in a 
        place in my life where I know in my head that God exists, cares and will 
        make everything okay, but I dont feel it. My loved one, Sunny, loved 
        Julian of Norwich and loved what Julian said: All will be well; 
        all things will be well. I know that in my head, I know that Jesus 
        Christ will make all things well. But right now I dont feel it. 
        And that hurts and that is scary. It just may be that faith is something 
        that expands and contracts as we go through life. Jess Trotter 
        was a professor of pastoral theology at Virginia Seminary for many years. 
        During the middle years of his time on what we called the Holy Hill, 
        Jess Trotter was Dean of that great school. And it was during that time 
        that Jess 21-year-old son took his own life. Jess spoke of it, used 
        it in his teachings. And the most important and memorable thing he ever 
        said about it was, I have been to the bottom and it is solid. You might 
        say that my faith and that of my friend, our faith right now, is as small 
        as a mustard seed. I see her hanging on to that thin place, that grain. 
        And I see myself there, too. Sometimes a grain of mustard is all there 
        is.  But it is 
        enough. It is all that is necessary. That mustard seed is all that we 
        need. I can, my friend can, and you can hurt and worry and even go off 
        the deep end if necessary, but we all are reassured knowing somewhere 
        within us Gods all-embracing arms are around us. We know that Gods 
        got this one covered too. Copyright 2002 Calvary Episcopal Church Gospel: 
        Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52  | 
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