It’s been a full 80 days since we celebrated Christmas. I’m goin’ there.
Remember the movie, “Elf”? Santa’s sleigh was equipped with what they called a Believe Meter. I loved that movie! But the un-clever plot line was that Santa couldn’t fly because too few people believed. [Excuse me while I join my cat in coughing up something.]
This corny scene was brought to memory by a good friend of mine, speaking of Matthew 17:20: if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.
We’ve all heard that interpretation, haven’t we? “If you had even a millimeter of faith, you could do anything.” Of course, we assume that the converse is true: My faith must be downright microscopic. My Believe-O-Meter is registering nil.
We Americans buy our mustard in a jar; we don’t know diddly about it, except that it goes on a hot dog. (Mustard is ALL that belongs on a hot dog, btw.) And Christians have extra knowledge: we know it comes from a very small seed. Aren’t we smart?
Well, maybe not. Today I learned something.
Jesus chided people for being “of little faith.” But if a little faith could move a mountain, what’s so wrong with that?
Well, today I learned about the mustard seed. If you plant tomatoes near peppers, you’ll get spicy tomatoes. Some plants can’t grow near a black walnut tree, because they take in toxins from it. But a mustard seed can grow around anything; it’s not affected by its surroundings.
Ah-HA! Are you getting it? I thought so. I have smart readers.
So, if we are not experiencing peace, joy, and victory, it probably has less to do with a low reading on the Believe-O-Meter, than with too high a quantity of moveable, influenced, Bible-less hours.
May our faith be like the mustard seed: unwavering, undaunted, and unaffected—trusting in the LORD, no matter the conditions, circumstances, or neighborhood. Keep looking up. (And I’m not talking about Santa Claus.)