Seeds

​I’m in a class for sustainable agriculture. Each week we go to my professor’s garden and you know what strikes me most?

It all starts with a seed.

Each week we enjoy fresh oranges, thai salads from papayas, or dig up sweet potatoes to cook over fire. All of it starts with us all scattering the seeds in soil.

I scattered some seeds today, walking downtown LA, seeing need and wealth meet, dreams and defeat at an intersect. It is striking how different it can be street to street. Each person I talked with and encountered challenged my dreams of seeing the homeless given homes, the heartbroken get healing, and those who need Jesus meeting him.

They were seeds. I fully accept the fact that my few dollars or my small testimonies to the guy behind the counter didn’t change their lives. But they might have changed their day.
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And what if everyday we changed the day of those around us?
I think that might change a life.
Sometimes in our individualized society in America I think we hear a misdirected message wrapped up in selfless packaging.
“You can change the world.”
And while this may be true and there are certainly individuals who have, the biggest changes have been made by peoples not persons.
We get so caught up in how our dollar to the homeless doesn’t really change anything that we forget the impact of what it would mean if the whole body of Christ gave one. We forget that if we all gave a smile, opened up our homes, and stopped for the one, the world would notice a difference. It would be too big to ignore.
I have to remember this daily walking down the streets. Ultimately, I cannot make a huge difference, but we can. 
We can spread seeds of hope.
Seeds of smiles.
Seeds of truth.
Seeds of identity.
Seeds of generosity.
Seeds of patience.
And if we did, if we all did, maybe the world would finally see Christ incarnate.
I think we need to be okay with seeds, rejoice in them. It reminds who has the real power to make them grow. 

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