Think Smaller
By Emily Boyter
It seems no use to talk of
small things sometimes,
and yet we have to
if we want to understand.
Deep truths with which
we are familiar are filled
with the infinitesimal:
mustard seeds that
burst into profusion;
gates as narrow as eyes of needles
and pearls of great price and
lamp wicks and ants that labor
and numbered hairs
and those little bright-eyed
sparrows that never
learned to worry about
tax season.
And children.
Especially children.
So we think, when we're
pondering incarnation,
of Jesus as a child,
as a tiny squalling
baby, and we think,
how could God have been
so little?
But God was smaller once.
At one time, God was
no bigger than a bean,
and his mother had
the promise of Him
but could not yet feel Him
stirring.
You have to wonder,
when Jesus told the parable
of the mustard seed,
did he remember, smiling,
the time when
He was no bigger than
a mustard seed Himself?
Think of every
tiny thing waiting to
burgeon into abundance.
There is great hope in that,
I think.
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