In three of the Gospels Jesus spoke to his apostles that having faith as, or like, or the size of a mustard seed would be enough to tell mountains or trees to move and they’d move.
The humbleness and common nature of the mustard plant isn’t as visible right now in December in Montana. But a couple cattail seed heads turned into two rather large patches of the plant visible from miles around. The seeds are tiny, with their own little parachutes like dandelion seeds. And similar to the dandelion, the plants can be nutritious. The humble dandelion blooms everywhere in the spring and summer. But right now, this stand of cattails in a marshy area called to me. What would faith like a cattail seed be like?
Perhaps the metaphor of the mustard seed is less about the mustard plant itself and more about it being very common and humble, yet even one seed can populate a huge area over time. A single cattail head can have 25,000 seeds! The black birds love to hide out in these stands to rear their young and to hang from the stalks.
The metaphor of the seed is one used often in the Bahá’i faith as well. Here’s one of my favorite references.
If you plant a seed in the ground, a tree will become manifest from that seed. The seed sacrifices itself to the tree that will come from it. The seed is outwardly lost, destroyed; but the same seed which is sacrificed will be absorbed and embodied in the tree, its blossoms, fruit and branches. If the identity of that seed had not been sacrificed to the tree which became manifest from it, no branches, blossoms or fruits would have been forthcoming.
– `Abdu’l-Bahá – The Promulgation of Universal Peace – from a talk in NYC, p. 635.
As we get close to the solstice, the birth of Jesus of Nazareth is celebrated around the world. He came to sacrifice His sacred life to promote the truth of life eternal, than we would have access to this eternal life. And yet, it’s only in sacrificing our current form, as the seed must do, to attain to what is possible with our one wild and precious life. (Thanks to the poet Mary Oliver for that phrase.) Yet in that sacrifice, the spirit of Christ ascended to a sovereign throne that countless kings and governments have bowed to.
This season, I wish you all faith like the seed of the humble cattail.