tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890092893226902317.post4108821615069054315..comments2019-10-02T15:37:00.819-04:00Comments on Sermons, Seminary Notes, Some Other Stuff...: Sermon for Year C, Proper 22: "Mustard Seeds & Mulberry Trees"The Rev. Deacon Mark R. Collinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00596155221361547862noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890092893226902317.post-82672051193104056382007-10-09T14:32:00.000-04:002007-10-09T14:32:00.000-04:00That was lovely. I did not realize until reading ...That was lovely. I did not realize until reading this that my hankering for Bazooka bubble gum (I literally had to stop myself from buying some on Sunday afternoon at the drugstore.) came from Mama Robbins. We should be so thankful for our wonderful, screwed-up families from which we could learn and grow. As a teenager when I began understanding faith for myself, I actually had some resentment about my Methodist upbringing (because you know that every time she went to church, I went with her.) As I've gotten older I realize that God used both of my grandmothers to plant that "mustard seed" of faith in me. Thanks for sending this to me.Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02117555907573429026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890092893226902317.post-65629405543496232022007-07-08T15:28:00.000-04:002007-07-08T15:28:00.000-04:00how do you remember all these details? hell, i was...how do you remember all these details? hell, i was there and dont remember them. but then i have always taken life as it comes just day by day. maybe some day they will bury me in that cool Mississippi (hill country) dirt and i can hear Mama Collins play that piano again. your brother, the MAJOR.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890092893226902317.post-77658913899410538142007-07-06T11:18:00.000-04:002007-07-06T11:18:00.000-04:00Mark, I loved this sermon! Maybe because I, too, h...Mark, I loved this sermon! Maybe because I, too, had a Methodist grandmother (she didn't sew, but she could be a worrier) and a Baptist grandmother (who did sew, and knit, and crochet) who played the piano for her little country chapel. But also because it ties together so much for those of us who inherited a faith and therefore had to find our own way through it before we were even aware of ourselves. Just as the fish is the last creature to discover the existence of water, some of us have had to discover the baptismal waters we've been swimming in since before we can remember, which has had its own deep joys and revelations.<BR/><BR/>Happy summer!Derekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08763795507478033614noreply@blogger.com