Yesterday I went outside to read a little C.S. Lewis. I
chose to sit under a small tree in the middle of a field. Its shade reminded me of the Divinely-provided
vine given to Jonah after he delivered the Lord’s message to Nineveh. I know
this isn’t necessarily a positive image, seeing as how God then sent a worm to
eat the vine— the unfortunate result of Jonah’s bad attitude— but I happened to
be reading Miracles and the
Jonah-esque shade seemed quite appropriate. You see, I don’t have faith as big
as a mustard seed and Jonah’s lack of faith is infamous. So I sit under this
tree, reading about the existence of miracles and pray that God grants me a
mustard seed of faith before the worm is necessary. So far the tree still
stands. A good sign, I suppose.
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