The idea seems crazy, right? Who’s ever heard of such a thing, (just saying). But to be fair, most of the teachings of Jesus were parables. I always liked the one about the prodigal son, for various reasons that may be obvious to some of you *wink*. But this whole idea of faith as big as a mustard seed moving a mountain seems too big for our minds to comprehend. The mountain may or may not be a l mass, depending on who you are talking to. A mountain can be anything in your life. It could be any problem that seems to pop up and obstruct your journey. My father always told me “life is the journey not the destination”. This seems counterintuitive in our consumer driven bigger or better mentality that dominates our buying habits, eating habits and choice in habitat. In recent days I have been battling my own mountain. It’s odd how you can build your hopes in your own abilities. You see life as something you can control. As Cassius put it, from Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, “men are sometimes masters of their fate.” This is dangerous thinking though. When you feel that you have total control, you are likely to pat yourself on the back for a good deed then hate your reflection in the morning when something blows up from the night before. If you assert no control over your future you become shiftless and wayward. You feel like it’s always raining on you and anything good you come upon will just as easily fall by the wayside. The key is balance. Remember that God answers prayer but you must first pray and then put in the work to get there. I’ve found life is easier when you just go with it. As my Toaist friends would say “you follow the path till you become the path”. Wherever you are in your journey, don’t be hindered if you come to a mountain; if you are willing to climb God will certainly meet you half way and move the rest for you.