This Sunday I will be celebrant and preacher at St. Paul’s, Selma. The Gospel passage is from Mark: With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable will we use for it? It is like a mustard seed. Or any other seed. I have held seeds tightly in my fist, doubted, as they scattered, that anything would come of them. I have fretted and fumed at bad weather or excessive heat or rain or the fact that things take time to grow and some, no matter what, never amount to much. Still, love grows.