When I was a child, I remember hearing this quote from Jesus (I don't know where I heard it, because we did not go to any church) and I was amazed to think that nothing will be impossible for me. I just had to figure out how a mustard seed had faith. To me it seemed like a mustard seed didn't do anything at all, it was a mustard seed, and if you planted it, it would presumable grow into a mustard plant. What did that have to do with faith?
As I grew up, I realized that there were many things that were impossible. I only had to be realistic to see that. It has been Michael who has shown me in the last two years, that it is true, nothing is impossible, for someone who has faith. Now I have a small idea of what the faith of a mustard seed is. I did have it right when I was a child, the mustard seed doesn't do anything! The mustard seed is being a mustard seed. There is nothing it needs to know about water, sun, sprouting, leaves, mustard, or anything else. It only needs to be, and to allow it's own nature to be brought forth. So it is with us, there is so little we understand, even about how our own bodies work, (does anyone know how we keep breathing, heal a cut, create a baby, think, beat our hearts?) we really must let go of the idea that we are in control of anything at all. We only need to be, and allow our own nature to be brought forth.
I know that we are a bit more complex than a mustard seed, but the basic truth remains. To allow our own nature to be brought forth, we only need to do what Michael did, which was to say yes to his heart and follow his joy. If a little mustard seed is guaranteed to become what it is meant to become, with only a bit of nurturing, would the universe have planned anything less for us? If you love singing and dancing, then sing and dance. If you love animals, be with animals. If you love drawing, writing, reading, cleaning, cooking, then do it. Nurture yourself. All else will fall into place. And nothing will be impossible for you.
She (his mother) taught me that my talent for singing and dancing was as much God's work
as a beautiful sunset or a storm that left snow for children to play in. MICHAEL JACKSON









