“Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them.” (Mark 11:23)
I’ve never known what do to with this scripture. Is it meant to be taken literally or figuratively? Well, when the wood arrived this scripture came to mind.
The pile was fit for boldness, so I asked the Lord to send the angels and then I pointed at that gynormous heap and declared: “Mountain be moved!” Then I added, “Over by the garage, please.”
One first angel appeared the next week: Autumn. She worked hard for an afternoon. The pile shrunk – a little. Then she had a brilliant idea to ask the youth group to help as a ministry to the widow. Today they came.
The mountain has moved!
Ten boys, aged 3 to 16, and one grown-up angel named Jen, worked from 10:00 until 2:00. I ordered a sheet pizza and wings and we took a break for lunch. They did an awesome job and I must have said “thank you” a hundred times.
But the sweetest story was just to unfold. When Brady, Bob, and Jonathan’s dad came to pick them up I went to the car to thank the parents for sharing their kids with me. Dad got out of the car and said, “You don’t remember me because I was just a teenager at the time, but you came to sing at Jack Moore’s church and I was there.”
He continued to tell me how I spoke into his life and that he always remembered hearing me sing “In the Garden”. “You were a tremendous blessing to me,” he said.
I shared the story with my son, and he told me one even more amazing. About two years ago, he was at Wegman’s in the checkout line when a woman in front of him discovered her wallet was not in her purse. Her “mountain” was in her grocery cart. My son quietly gave the clerk his debit card. She burst into tears and thanked him profusely. But that wasn’t the end of the story . . .
Probably a year later, a young man came walking down the linear parkway behind the farm and ‘happened’ to meet my son. They struck up a friendship and the young man ended up being a valuable volunteer with the ‘mountain’ of work during the farm’s corn maze that fall.
“I’m going to bring my mom some time. She’d love this,” said the young man.
And he did. When she saw whose farm it was, she burst into tears. Because she was the woman at Wegman’s!
“You’ll never know how much your kindness changed my life,” she said throwing her arms around him.
My son’s unselfish generosity turned out to be a huge blessing back to him. Not only did the young man return, day after day, to work as a volunteer, his mother came, too.
We never know how valuable are the seeds we sow. There are three important things to remember in God’s Kingdom: sow freely, without expectation of return, and often . . . then maybe you’ll see your mountains moved, too!