WEBVTT 00:00:04.520 --> 00:00:06.879 Hey, welcome back here to the Semi-Seminarian, and 00:00:06.879 --> 00:00:09.660 I’m your old buddy, Pastor Jim. Let me ask you 00:00:09.660 --> 00:00:11.960 straight: what if the kingdom of God has 00:00:11.960 --> 00:00:15.580 already slipped into your life—so small you almost 00:00:15.580 --> 00:00:19.460 missed it? Jesus said it looks like a speck of 00:00:19.460 --> 00:00:22.780 seed, like a pinch of leaven buried in dough. 00:00:23.079 --> 00:00:26.000 Not fireworks, not headlines—just something 00:00:26.000 --> 00:00:31.059 alive, hidden, stubborn enough to outlast empires. 00:00:31.059 --> 00:00:34.579 That’s what we’re after today. We’re walking 00:00:34.579 --> 00:00:37.259 that dusty path where farmers drop specks in 00:00:37.259 --> 00:00:40.299 the soil, and we’re standing in the kitchen where 00:00:40.299 --> 00:00:43.340 a woman tucks yesterday’s miracle into tomorrow’s 00:00:43.340 --> 00:00:46.560 bread. If you listen close, you just might 00:00:46.560 --> 00:00:50.060 find the holy hiding in your own backyard. And 00:00:50.060 --> 00:00:52.859 hey, if this rings true, would you help me out? 00:00:52.920 --> 00:00:55.939 Like, share, subscribe—not for me, for the porch. 00:00:56.679 --> 00:00:59.259 Every click is one more chair for a weary soul 00:00:59.259 --> 00:01:01.420 who thought God skipped their street. 00:01:02.539 --> 00:01:10.019 I’ll see you on the other side. Most importantly— 00:01:10.180 --> 00:01:15.079 Wayne… all right, there it is. Two parables 00:01:15.079 --> 00:01:16.939 tonight. We’ve been looking at the parables and 00:01:16.939 --> 00:01:19.040 we’re going to keep doing parables until 00:01:19.040 --> 00:01:22.019 we run out of parables. So—two parables tonight. 00:01:22.079 --> 00:01:24.040 What’s interesting? We’re going to read both 00:01:24.040 --> 00:01:27.439 of these parables from all three—Matthew, Mark, 00:01:27.439 --> 00:01:30.000 and Luke—because they’re in all three. But ironically, 00:01:30.079 --> 00:01:32.719 before you start sweating, the longest passage 00:01:33.079 --> 00:01:37.200 that tells these two parables is only four verses 00:01:37.200 --> 00:01:41.640 long. I hope when we’re done you’ll see why its 00:01:41.640 --> 00:01:47.579 shortness is ironic. Let’s begin where we always begin— 00:01:47.579 --> 00:01:51.980 by setting the scene in our minds so we can 00:01:51.980 --> 00:02:00.299 fully feel what this looked, smelled, and sounded like. 00:02:00.299 --> 00:02:04.439 It’s late afternoon in Galilee. The color of 00:02:04.439 --> 00:02:09.120 the hills slides from gold to honey to shadow. 00:02:09.120 --> 00:02:12.580 The air is heavy with that baked-earth smell 00:02:12.580 --> 00:02:17.379 you only get after a long day of sun on stone. 00:02:18.180 --> 00:02:21.479 Cicadas tune up like a choir with one note. 00:02:21.479 --> 00:02:24.900 You walk the footpath between the houses; every 00:02:24.900 --> 00:02:29.439 step shakes dust into a little cloud around your ankles. 00:02:30.099 --> 00:02:32.879 A small garden sits inside a ring 00:02:32.879 --> 00:02:36.539 of fieldstones—some onions, a few cucurbits 00:02:36.539 --> 00:02:40.080 curling like question marks, barley stalks bowed 00:02:40.080 --> 00:02:46.120 as if praying. There’s a man crouched low, dirty 00:02:47.400 --> 00:02:51.539 at the knees. He’s pinching something between 00:02:51.539 --> 00:02:55.939 finger and thumb—smaller than a freckle, lighter 00:02:55.939 --> 00:03:01.379 than a breath. He squints, smiles the way farmers 00:03:01.379 --> 00:03:06.900 smile when they know a thing you don’t, and tucks that 00:03:06.900 --> 00:03:12.909 speck down into living soil. He doesn’t raise his voice; 00:03:12.909 --> 00:03:19.669 he doesn’t need to—the ground hears him just fine. 00:03:19.669 --> 00:03:24.629 The village is close enough to smell tonight’s bread. 00:03:24.629 --> 00:03:26.710 Inside one of those stone houses, the 00:03:26.710 --> 00:03:29.090 light is different—window-gold, hearth-soft, 00:03:29.090 --> 00:03:32.349 a rustle of hands that know their way around flour. 00:03:32.349 --> 00:03:35.650 A woman wipes a line of white across her 00:03:35.650 --> 00:03:40.319 apron with the back of her wrist. She has a clay 00:03:40.319 --> 00:03:44.639 jar holding a piece of yesterday’s miracle—the 00:03:44.639 --> 00:03:52.219 living leaven her mother kept, and her mother before her. 00:03:52.219 --> 00:03:56.000 She pinches off just a bit, hides it in the fresh flour. 00:03:56.000 --> 00:04:01.419 The room goes quiet except for the rhythm of the knead. 00:04:01.419 --> 00:04:05.409 Out the door, a boy chases birds and laughs. Up the slope, 00:04:05.409 --> 00:04:10.189 olive trees hold their own wind. Somewhere in 00:04:10.210 --> 00:04:13.150 this ordinary, untelevised life, the kingdom 00:04:13.310 --> 00:04:18.029 of God has already started. Jesus is on the path 00:04:18.029 --> 00:04:21.850 between the garden plot and the oven glow. He’s 00:04:21.850 --> 00:04:25.410 not looking for a podium; He’s looking for your 00:04:25.410 --> 00:04:28.730 attention. He speaks like a man who has noticed 00:04:28.730 --> 00:04:33.790 the holy hiding in plain sight—and if you let Him, 00:04:33.910 --> 00:04:39.110 He will place it in your hands. Church, 00:04:39.110 --> 00:04:52.389 still your hands and steady your hearts. Set your feet on the dust of this page. 00:04:52.389 --> 00:05:01.490 Attend to the reading—not as a headline, but as bread. We don’t skim the Word; we eat it. 00:05:01.490 --> 00:05:07.829 Listen for the Voice that said “Let there be,” and there was. Let the Scriptures speak. 00:05:07.829 --> 00:05:14.569 Matthew 13:31–33 (ESV). He put another parable 00:05:14.569 --> 00:05:16.449 before them, saying, “The kingdom of heaven is 00:05:16.449 --> 00:05:19.910 like a grain of mustard seed that a man took 00:05:19.910 --> 00:05:23.649 and sowed in his field. It is the smallest of 00:05:23.649 --> 00:05:27.149 all seeds, but when it has grown it is larger 00:05:27.149 --> 00:05:29.769 than all the garden plants and becomes a tree, 00:05:29.930 --> 00:05:34.569 so that the birds of the air come and make nests 00:05:34.569 --> 00:05:38.149 in its branches.” He told them another parable. 00:05:38.610 --> 00:05:42.529 “The kingdom of heaven is like leaven that a woman 00:05:42.529 --> 00:05:46.670 took and hid in three measures of flour, till 00:05:46.670 --> 00:05:52.129 it was all leavened.” 00:05:52.290 --> 00:05:55.500 Mark 4:30–32 (ESV). And he said, “With what 00:05:55.639 --> 00:06:00.639 can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable 00:06:00.639 --> 00:06:04.660 shall we use for it? It is like a grain of mustard 00:06:04.660 --> 00:06:09.399 seed, which, when sown on the ground, is the smallest 00:06:09.399 --> 00:06:13.259 of all the seeds on earth. Yet when it is sown 00:06:13.259 --> 00:06:17.040 it grows up and becomes larger than all the garden 00:06:17.040 --> 00:06:21.220 plants and puts out large branches, so that the birds 00:06:21.220 --> 00:06:24.480 of the air can make nests in its shade.” 00:06:24.540 --> 00:06:28.019 Luke 13:18–21 (ESV). He said therefore, “What 00:06:28.019 --> 00:06:33.740 is the kingdom of God like? And to what shall I compare it? 00:06:33.740 --> 00:06:38.199 It is like a grain of mustard seed that a man took and sowed 00:06:38.199 --> 00:06:43.620 in his garden, and it grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air 00:06:43.620 --> 00:06:49.370 made nests in its branches.” And again he said, “To what shall I compare 00:06:49.750 --> 00:06:52.569 the kingdom of God? It is like leaven that a woman took 00:06:52.569 --> 00:06:56.310 and hid in three measures of flour, until it was all leavened.” 00:06:56.310 --> 00:07:04.069 This is the Word of the Lord—seed for soil, leaven for dough, life for the weary. 00:07:04.069 --> 00:07:08.829 Thanks be to God. And now, with dust still on our feet and the smell of bread 00:07:08.829 --> 00:07:12.230 in our clothes, let’s walk inside the story until it rises in us. 00:07:12.230 --> 00:07:16.110 Walk back with me to the man by the fieldstones. He doesn’t make a speech 00:07:16.110 --> 00:07:18.050 about vision or strategy. He doesn’t hang a banner. 00:07:18.149 --> 00:07:22.129 He plants. The word Jesus uses calls it a grain— a mite of a thing. 00:07:22.129 --> 00:07:27.069 What you hold is not impressive; it is alive. Brassica nigra—the black mustard 00:07:27.069 --> 00:07:32.189 Galileans knew—can shoot up taller than a tall man, an unruly shrub turning 00:07:32.189 --> 00:07:34.810 tree-ish in the right soil. 00:07:34.810 --> 00:07:39.750 It becomes the largest of the garden plants—the kind of thing you plant once 00:07:40.029 --> 00:07:44.839 and then fight off in places you never meant to have it. Mustard is not a cedar; 00:07:44.839 --> 00:07:50.060 it’s a holy nuisance, a volunteer you can’t quite keep down. 00:07:50.399 --> 00:07:55.740 Jesus doesn’t just say it grows; he says it becomes a tree—and when he says that, 00:07:55.740 --> 00:07:59.459 the prophets hum behind his words. In Ezekiel, God plants a sprig and grows 00:07:59.459 --> 00:08:05.860 a noble cedar where birds nest; in Daniel, an empire is a tree with branches 00:08:05.860 --> 00:08:10.060 for the nations. Jesus takes the image down from palaces and plants it in 00:08:10.060 --> 00:08:12.139 a backyard— not imperial cedar, but back-garden mustard. 00:08:12.139 --> 00:08:15.459 Not Senate shade, but porch shade. Not the shadow of Rome, 00:08:15.459 --> 00:08:20.139 but the shared shelter of mercy. And then, those birds—the ones you chase off 00:08:20.139 --> 00:08:26.319 your barley, the ones the sower fed by accident when seed fell on the path. 00:08:26.319 --> 00:08:31.100 Jesus says the kingdom makes room for them. The image isn’t careful; it’s generous. 00:08:31.100 --> 00:08:34.679 The kingdom grows so that those you’d prefer to keep moving along 00:08:35.519 --> 00:08:38.830 can stay and build. The scandal of grace isn’t that God tolerates 00:08:38.830 --> 00:08:43.750 the wrong birds; it’s that He feeds them and gives them a place to raise their young. 00:08:43.750 --> 00:08:48.490 If you’re standing in that yard with arms folded, thinking about neat rows, 00:08:48.490 --> 00:08:53.549 the story rubs you a little raw. Mustard is not orderly. Mustard laughs at your lines. 00:08:53.549 --> 00:08:57.889 It finds the crack in your plan the way grace finds the crack in your heart— 00:08:57.889 --> 00:09:00.590 pushes up, makes shade, invites guests, and dares you to call it a weed. 00:09:00.590 --> 00:09:06.879 Step inside: the oven breathes like a tame fire. On the table—three measures (σάτα) 00:09:06.879 --> 00:09:12.220 of flour—about 22 liters, roughly 35–40 pounds—more than a household needs, 00:09:12.220 --> 00:09:18.840 bread for neighbors. A woman reaches for yesterday’s leaven—the living memory 00:09:18.840 --> 00:09:23.779 of another day’s miracle. She hides it (ἐγκρύπτω—tucks it away) in all that flour. 00:09:23.779 --> 00:09:26.259 She works it with her whole body. No speech to accompany it. No applause. 00:09:26.259 --> 00:09:32.179 Just the work, and then the waiting. If you’ve ever baked with a starter, you know 00:09:32.179 --> 00:09:35.379 the first rule: Don’t rush the rise. Hurry ruins the crust. Holiness is patient. 00:09:35.379 --> 00:09:41.279 Most of the time in Scripture, leaven is a warning—clear your house before Passover; 00:09:41.279 --> 00:09:46.360 beware the Pharisees’ leaven. Jesus knows that language and flips it on purpose. 00:09:46.360 --> 00:09:49.799 Holiness in Jesus is not a fragile quarantine; it is a robust contagion of life. 00:09:49.799 --> 00:09:55.440 She moves toward the lump. She works from within. She doesn’t ask permission— 00:09:55.440 --> 00:10:02.110 she keeps going until it is all leavened. 00:10:02.110 --> 00:10:06.470 If you look up from the dough, you’ll see the woman’s forearms dusted white, 00:10:06.470 --> 00:10:10.429 sinew-strong from years of kneading bread. Jesus places her at the center. 00:10:10.429 --> 00:10:14.710 The kingdom’s revolution includes women at the table—their work not a footnote 00:10:14.710 --> 00:10:21.450 but a sacrament. The Spirit delights to drive history through hands nobody counted. 00:10:21.450 --> 00:10:27.570 Set the stories side by side like two loaves cooling on one board. Mustard seed is 00:10:27.570 --> 00:10:32.100 the kingdom outside you—visible shelter: there, branches; there, shade; there, nests. 00:10:32.100 --> 00:10:37.600 Leaven is the kingdom inside you—tucked away where no one applauds it, working until 00:10:37.600 --> 00:10:43.059 the whole is affected. The kingdom is both: it builds shade for the world and raises 00:10:43.080 --> 00:10:49.240 the loaf of a life. Grace first—a given seed, a gifted starter—then transformation: 00:10:49.240 --> 00:10:54.230 branches, nests, dough rising. The order matters. Mercy comes before improvement. 00:10:54.269 --> 00:10:57.450 We are not saved by our shade or by our crust. We are rescued—and then we grow. 00:10:57.669 --> 00:11:03.690 Jesus points to the smallest and to the all. We despise small beginnings; He blesses 00:11:03.690 --> 00:11:11.149 the speck—the practice nobody retweets, the prayer nobody hears, the apology that 00:11:11.149 --> 00:11:18.850 drives across town. And He speaks the word that makes planners nervous: until it was all leavened. 00:11:18.850 --> 00:11:23.059 That’s kitchen eschatology. Grace aims for every part of the loaf—habits and grudges, 00:11:23.059 --> 00:11:25.919 schedules and bank accounts, enemies and children, the names we use for ourselves 00:11:25.919 --> 00:11:32.120 and for others. The Spirit doesn’t do partials; She is after the all. 00:11:32.120 --> 00:11:34.500 Seed + all looks like a yard full of shade that doesn’t ask credentials at the branch. 00:11:34.500 --> 00:11:36.899 Leaven + all tastes like bread carrying life through every slice, not just the Sabbath heel. 00:11:36.899 --> 00:11:43.240 Any gospel that leaves rooms in your house unlived-in isn’t finished working yet. 00:11:43.240 --> 00:11:48.919 Remember the boy chasing birds? He’s back—laughing—because the birds he rooted 00:11:48.919 --> 00:11:52.639 from the barley are now building homes in branches his father never planned. 00:11:52.639 --> 00:11:57.779 The kingdom’s hospitality isn’t tidy. It isn’t an HOA with bylaws. It is a wideness with 00:11:57.779 --> 00:12:02.179 a spine—welcome and change. The birds don’t keep pecking seed from the path forever; 00:12:02.179 --> 00:12:06.879 there’s a tree now. Shade reshapes appetites. Mercy re-educates. 00:12:07.100 --> 00:12:12.159 Religious folks who major in separation hear “leaven” and reach for a broom. 00:12:12.340 --> 00:12:16.039 Jesus reaches for a jar. His holiness is not fragile; it’s ferocious in gentleness. 00:12:16.039 --> 00:12:20.360 He walks right into uncleanness and gives life. That’s why He eats at the wrong tables, 00:12:22.019 --> 00:12:25.519 touches the wrong folks, and lets the wrong woman pour perfume on His feet. He is 00:12:25.779 --> 00:12:28.820 not in danger—death is. In the parable, the leaven goes where the flour is thickest. 00:12:29.840 --> 00:12:32.559 If you think a clean room is a holy room, Jesus frustrates your plans by moving 00:12:32.559 --> 00:12:37.740 toward the mess. And if you are a mess, take courage—He is moving toward you. He 00:12:37.740 --> 00:12:44.860 intends to “hide” grace in the lump until your whole life is alive with Him. It won’t 00:12:44.860 --> 00:12:48.600 look dramatic every day. Some mornings it looks like keeping your word and doing 00:12:48.600 --> 00:12:52.620 your job; telling the truth when lying would be cheaper. Some nights it looks like 00:12:52.620 --> 00:12:56.120 washing dishes, sitting in silence, praying a psalm when your mouth wants salt. 00:12:56.120 --> 00:12:59.840 That, too, is a resurrection. 00:12:59.840 --> 00:13:04.139 The man in the garden won’t pull his seed up to check on it. The woman in the kitchen 00:13:04.139 --> 00:13:07.940 won’t crank the oven hotter to cheat the rise. Farmers and bakers share a creed: 00:13:07.940 --> 00:13:12.220 Trust time to God. The kingdom’s calendar is not a corporate sprint; it’s seasonal 00:13:12.220 --> 00:13:15.720 faithfulness. We live between sowing and shade, between tucking and tasting. 00:13:16.720 --> 00:13:21.840 In that in-between, impatient people invent fireworks. Jesus keeps pointing to dirt 00:13:21.840 --> 00:13:26.320 and dough. The Spirit is not in a hurry because She is in charge. She is not late 00:13:26.320 --> 00:13:32.559 because She is eternal. She doesn’t miss a window—She makes one. 00:13:32.559 --> 00:13:37.259 Your job is to keep your hands on the work you were given: plant, water, knead, wait, 00:13:38.320 --> 00:13:42.500 tend, welcome. Nothing on television can outgrow a seed. Nothing on the internet 00:13:42.500 --> 00:13:48.440 can outlast bread. 00:13:48.440 --> 00:13:51.940 Three measures is a comical image if you’re counting portions—about 22 liters, 00:13:51.960 --> 00:13:55.899 35–40 pounds—too much for one family. It’s Jesus: small beginnings 00:13:55.899 --> 00:14:00.460 turned into unnecessary feasts. He doesn’t raise up a pious soul to live alone with 00:14:00.460 --> 00:14:04.539 his spiritual victories; He leavens enough for the cul-de-sac. Kingdom leaven refuses 00:14:04.539 --> 00:14:08.480 to stay private. When the Spirit finishes in a life, neighbors eat. 00:14:08.480 --> 00:14:13.059 Galilee to Oklahoma: the path is a church hallway with scuffed baseboards; the garden 00:14:13.059 --> 00:14:17.720 is a pantry shelf stacked with canned corn; the woman with flour on her sleeves 00:14:17.720 --> 00:14:21.860 is Jan in the fellowship kitchen; Gigi stirring something that will feed a family who 00:14:21.860 --> 00:14:27.620 only asked for prayer. The leaven isn’t celebrity; it’s consistency. The seed isn’t 00:14:27.620 --> 00:14:33.460 spectacle; it’s presence. 00:14:33.460 --> 00:14:38.720 Don’t miss the quiet Christology: He is not only the teacher; He is the seed—buried 00:14:38.720 --> 00:14:43.600 small, rising into a shelter big enough for the world. He is the leaven—hidden in a 00:14:43.600 --> 00:14:47.039 tomb, working through the whole human loaf until death is different. The cross is 00:14:47.039 --> 00:14:52.720 the seed at its smallest; Easter morning is the tree at its wildest; Pentecost is the 00:14:52.899 --> 00:14:58.360 leaven racing the length of the dough. And the Church, at her best, is a backyard full 00:14:58.360 --> 00:15:04.700 of shade and a table full of bread that never runs out—because she never quits sharing. 00:15:04.840 --> 00:15:08.840 If you’re tempted to measure the kingdom by how loud it is, look again. Jesus didn’t 00:15:10.250 --> 00:15:13.190 come with a PR team. He came with a story that keeps coming true—one backyard 00:15:13.190 --> 00:15:16.950 at a time, one oven at a time, one porch at a time, one human heart at a time— 00:15:18.009 --> 00:15:21.690 until the birds stop circling and start nesting, and the bread comes out singing when 00:15:21.690 --> 00:15:27.590 you tap the bottom of the loaf. 00:15:27.590 --> 00:15:32.049 Religious folks who value tidy branches and bland bread will always try to reverse 00:15:32.049 --> 00:15:40.139 the order: change first, then welcome. Jesus insists on welcome first, then change 00:15:40.139 --> 00:15:46.340 that actually lasts. Mustard gives shade before it’s pruned. Leaven joins the flour 00:15:46.340 --> 00:15:51.620 before it lifts it. Grace is the doorway; holiness is the room you learn to live in. 00:15:51.620 --> 00:15:56.460 Guard the room and barricade the door, and the house is empty. Open the door and 00:15:56.799 --> 00:16:02.360 forget the room, and the house is chaos. Jesus is better than both: He opens and He 00:16:02.860 --> 00:16:12.519 furnishes. He welcomes and He works. 00:16:12.519 --> 00:16:20.879 All right, church—plain talk. Some of us are waiting on a moment to brag about. 00:16:20.879 --> 00:16:25.879 God is handing us a handful of seed and a jar of starter in a neighborhood full of birds. 00:16:25.879 --> 00:16:32.720 This week the kingdom will look small and hidden. It will look like making shade for 00:16:32.720 --> 00:16:37.320 someone who never found a branch with their name on it. It will look like tucking grace 00:16:37.320 --> 00:16:43.279 into the parts of your life that have been dense and dry for years. It will look like waiting 00:16:43.279 --> 00:16:45.940 while the Spirit does what only God can do. 00:16:45.940 --> 00:16:51.840 Do not despise the day of small beginnings. Do not rush the rise. Tend what you’ve been 00:16:51.840 --> 00:16:54.120 given. The King has planted Himself in your soil. 00:16:54.120 --> 00:16:59.100 The Spirit has hidden Herself in your dough. The Father is already setting the table. 00:16:59.419 --> 00:17:02.659 So go: plant one speck of mercy where it can take root—visible enough to cast shade, 00:17:02.659 --> 00:17:07.380 ordinary enough to be overlooked by anyone who isn’t thirsty. Hide grace in one practice 00:17:07.380 --> 00:17:12.160 you will keep—quiet, regular, stubborn—let it work till it is all leavened. When the birds 00:17:12.160 --> 00:17:18.000 you didn’t expect show up, make room. Add a chair. Offer bread. Welcome is not compromise; 00:17:18.599 --> 00:17:22.720 it is kingdom. And when impatience tempts you, remember the farmer and the baker. 00:17:22.720 --> 00:17:27.400 Resurrection works on a clock you don’t control. 00:17:27.400 --> 00:17:33.480 Take heart, beloved. The seed is already in the soil. The leaven is already in the lump. 00:17:33.480 --> 00:17:37.980 The shade is already stretching. The loaf is already rising. And the ones who thought 00:17:37.980 --> 00:17:42.099 God forgot their address will find a branch for tired wings and a table where their names 00:17:42.200 --> 00:17:46.460 are not a problem to solve, but a guest list to celebrate. Amen? 00:17:46.460 --> 00:17:52.720 Friends, here’s the scandal: the kingdom doesn’t wait on your résumé, your plans, or your polish. 00:17:52.720 --> 00:17:59.960 It shows up small—like mustard seed tucked in dirt, like leaven vanishing in flour—and then it goes 00:17:59.960 --> 00:18:07.019 to work until everything changes. That’s how God moves: quiet enough to be overlooked, 00:18:07.019 --> 00:18:09.759 relentless enough to outlast everything you fear. 00:18:11.240 --> 00:18:16.000 Plant mercy this week. Hide grace where you thought it was too far gone. Make room when 00:18:16.000 --> 00:18:19.519 the wrong sort of birds show up. Trust that what God started, He intends to finish. 00:18:19.519 --> 00:18:25.559 If this spoke to you, don’t keep it—like it, share it, subscribe. Every time you do, the porch 00:18:25.559 --> 00:18:29.380 grows a little wider, the table a little longer, and someone else hears that God has not 00:18:29.380 --> 00:18:34.710 forgotten their address. Until next time—tend the seed, trust the leaven, wait on the Lord.