I must confess that I have felt utterly incapable of making any significant difference in recent days as I grieve the death of a colleague, watch Covid-19 increasingly become a political issue while the death toll mounts, hear the increasing drumbeat in my beloved United Methodist Church calling for division, and observe the deep and justified pain resulting from yet another murder of yet another Black man. It all seems so much bigger than me that I begin to think I am powerless to do anything. Until I remember Jesus’ words in Matthew 13:31-32, “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.” I’ll never change the world by myself. And I don’t have to. But I can ask the Holy Spirit to nurture the seed of the kingdom of heaven Jesus has planted in me until it overshadows my sense of powerlessness, and I do what God is calling me to do.