I saw this mustard seed through a Bengali man; very small in stature, soft and simple in speech, walking with a limp. We met last weekend at the church we’ve been attending here in Dhaka. My wife noticed he rarely has anyone to talk to, and so a friend and I went over to have a chat. We got to hear a little of his story.
He’s been following Christ for about 6 years now, having previously been Muslim. Upon advising his family of his decision they beat him severely, kicked him out of the family and will now have nothing to do with him.
Along with a friend of his he has started a small, simple school for poor children who couldn’t otherwise have the opportunity. Each day he serves around 40 young kids, while by night he earns money through private tutoring to help enable the school to run.
His face lit up as he described how he has learned to speak of Jesus and how he has seen God touch people’s hearts. I doubt my new friend will ever be known among the movers and shakers of mission, development or education. His work may well remain very small and inconspicuous. But such is the nature of a kingdom that Jesus spoke of; mustard seed and yeast like.
God is at work in this place in what look like small, sometimes barely perceptible ways. But from mustard seeds grow large trees and from a pinch of yeast a whole loaf is leavened. Every now and again I hear and see something beautiful such as this. God is in this place. He is touching lives, and a different kind of kingdom is breaking in, in a different kind of way.
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