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Faith of a mustard seed

by Barbara Woods-Washington

Barbara Woods-Washington

An interlude from the heart and pen of Howard Thurman is always in order. From ‘The Inward Journey’ he entitles this writing ‘The Triumphant Entry’.

“Searching indeed must have been the thoughts moving through the mind of the Master as he jogged along on the back of the donkey on that fateful day which marks in the Christian calendar the Triumphant Entry. The experience must have been as strange and out of character for him as it was for the faithful animal on whose back he rode.

For more than two years, Jesus had been engaged in a public ministry. Once when there were those who wanted to make him a king, he had refused. “My kingdom is not of this world.” He had walked the countryside with his band of disciples, preaching, teaching, healing and spreading a quality of radiance that could come only from one whose overwhelming enthusiasm was for God and His Kingdom. He had kept many lonely trysts in the late watches of the night, trueing his spirit and his whole life by the will of his Father. So close had he worked with God that the line of demarcation between his will and God’s Will would fade and reappear, fade and reappear. Step by resolute step, he had come to the great city. Deep within his spirit there may have been a sense of foreboding, or the heightened quality of exhilaration that comes from knowing that there is no road back.

He had learned much. So sensitive had grown his spirit and the living quality of his being that he seemed more and more to stand inside of life, looking out upon it as a man who gazes from a window in a room out into the yard and beyond to the distant hills. He could feel the sparrowness of the sparrow, the leprosy of the leper, the blindness of the blind, the crippleness of the cripple, and the frenzy of the mad. He had become joy, sorrow, hope, anguish, to the joyful, the sorrowful, the hopeful, the anguished. Could he feel his way into the mind and the mood of those who cast the palms and flowers in his path? Was he in the cry of those who exclaimed their wild and unrestrained Hosannas? Did he mingle with the emotions that lay beneath the exultations ready to explode in the outburst of the mob screaming, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” I wonder what was at work in the mind of Jesus of Nazareth as he jogged along on the back of the faithful donkey.

Trending on Facebook is a video of a little girl, perhaps about 5 yrs old. She is standing in the camera with `chocolate icing & cake’ all over her face. Her Mom asks her what she wants and she says “some chocolate cake”. Mom says “you haven’t had any?” She says “No”. Mom says “are you sure you haven’t had any?” With a straight ‘poker face’ throughout the encounter, she says “No”! For the ‘Truth Seeker’ it is Challenging Times to say the least. This whole phenomenon of ‘alternate truth’ causes one to constantly question ‘did he say what I think he just said?’ Even when ALL EVIDENCE point to… REAL Truth!

“Perhaps his mind was far away to the scenes of his childhood, feeling the sawdust between his toes, in his father’s shop. He may have been remembering the high holy days in the synagogue, with his whole body quickened by the echo of the ram’s horn as it sounded. Or perhaps he was thinking of his mother, how deeply he loved her and how he wished that there had not been laid upon him the Great Necessity which sent him out on the open road to proclaim the Truth, leaving her side forever. It may be that he lived all over again that high moment on the Sabbath when he was handed the scroll and he unrolled it to the great passage from the prophet Isaiah, “The spirit of the Lord is upon me, for he has anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor, to open the eyes of the blind, to unstop the ears of the deaf, to announce the acceptable year of the Lord.” I wonder what was moving through the mind of the Master as he jogged along on the back of the faithful donkey.”

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