Sometimes the Kingdom shows up unexpectedly. We’re hosting an event we’ve held many times – same recipes, same back porch, same, same, same.
And then a young man tells me a story, his personal story about the adoption of his son. We remember together their waiting, oh the waiting, the years, the longing. And then they receive a phone call about a child needing a home, a family. Quite honestly, I’ve heard this story many times before, and each time it brings tears to my eyes, but this time, it was so much more.
He told me that the night before they needed to make a decision, he prayed as he fell asleep that God would speak to him in a dream. And God did. A specific dream, firm and resolute. And the whole universe shifted that night. A father and a mother and a son will never ever be the same, and the wide ripples that will flow from that? Who can ever tell.
Don’t stop praying.
Don’t stop asking God for a dream.
Don’t stop looking for the Kingdom.
It is here.
God’s kingdom is like a seed thrown on a field by a man who then goes to bed and forgets about it. The seed sprouts and grows – he has no idea how it happens. The earth does it all without his help: first a green stem of grass, then a bud, then the ripened grain. When the grain is fully formed, he reaps – harvest time!
How can we picture God’s kingdom? What kind of story can we use? It’s like a pine nut. When it lands on the ground it is quite small as seeds go, yet once it is planted it grows into a huge pine tree with thick branches. Eagles nest in it. Luke 4