I have often dreamt of doing great things
And making the big difference.
In my time, I have done some great things
And made some big difference.
But in the grand scheme of things
Whatever I have done, whatever I have made
Are of no real consequence.
For my passing through is like
That of a ship’s wake in the wide ocean.
I pass through and leave a trail of white froth.
The parallel lines spread out as the ship moves on
And are soon gone without a trace whatsoever.
And making the big difference.
In my time, I have done some great things
And made some big difference.
But in the grand scheme of things
Whatever I have done, whatever I have made
Are of no real consequence.
For my passing through is like
That of a ship’s wake in the wide ocean.
I pass through and leave a trail of white froth.
The parallel lines spread out as the ship moves on
And are soon gone without a trace whatsoever.
Yet in the grand scheme of things
It is the small and sometimes random things
That leave a lasting memory and abiding impact:
That fleeting talk by an itinerant priest that set me off on my journey,
That enrollment rejection that totally changed the course of my life – for the better,
That afternoon of bantering that propelled me into the unknown,
That leave a lasting memory and abiding impact:
That fleeting talk by an itinerant priest that set me off on my journey,
That enrollment rejection that totally changed the course of my life – for the better,
That afternoon of bantering that propelled me into the unknown,
That winsome smile that captivated my heart forever,
Three new lives entrusted to my care,
A career I never ever imagined possible, much less real,
An ordinary document that opened for us a whole new world.
Who would ever have thought I would be blessed with so much love?
Who would ever imagined I would be taking care of angels?
Who would ever have thought I would walk in paths of unspeakable beauty?
And who would ever have thought someone would reach out and take my hand?
Who would ever have thought I would walk in paths of unspeakable beauty?
And who would ever have thought someone would reach out and take my hand?
How can an act, so simple and inconsequential have such far-reaching effect?
How can a seed, so small and seemingly lifeless, be the source of a gigantic, life-giving tree?
How can a single event, so fleeting and often unnoticed, change the course of so many other events?
How can a small lump of yeast cause so much change as to transform so much dough to feed hundreds and even thousands of hungry people?
Such is the mysterious and sacred unfolding of life.
Jesus said, “What is the kingdom of God like? And to what should I compare it? It is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in the garden; it grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air made nests in its branches.” And again he said, “To what should I compare the kingdom of God? It is like yeast that a woman took and mixed in with three measures of flour until all of it was leavened.”
Luke 13:18-21