A Call to Love: "A Mustard Seed" by Elizabeth Brooks

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A Mustard Seed

Ten days ago, I met a beautiful person full of passion and personality. She was looking for one of my colleagues who had been a guest speaker at one of her classes. I had seen my colleague leave the building for her walk on campus and her door was still closed. Apparently she had not yet returned. She is highly disciplined and walks every day.

This beautiful spirit, our visitor, was in a hurry, on her way to China for a week, she exclaimed. But she wanted to make and confirm an appointment for her class which would resume after Spring break. Still looking at the closed door, she asked me, “Are you married?” What an odd question. Is this lady trying to hook me up with someone? She does not know me! I wondered. My face must have reflected my disbelief at her question after such a brief encounter.

She informed me that she teaches psychology and one of her classes is “Psychology and Human Sexuality”. She stated that my colleague and her husband had discussed the topic of Human Sexuality in her class and how it applied to their married life. “I need a couple who has been married for a long time”, she said. I told my new acquaintance “I am just the opposite. I am single. Would you like to hear a poem? “ She said “Yes.” I began to recite my poem (which was published in Indiana Voice Journal, Nov., 2015):

Full Circle

Father God, nothing is hidden from you

You know my brokenness, my foolishness, my pain

Still you blessed me with beautiful gifts….

The professor immediately covered her ears and said “Stop -- I don’t want to hear anymore. You must come to my class as the guest speaker.” I agreed, even though I am not a speaker, but I am compelled always to recite my poetry. Three years ago, I discovered the glory of the Lord. Since then, I say “Yes” to every opportunity because, in myself, I understand nothing, but I trust Him and know I am on a journey and the Holy Spirit is guiding me. There is a lot of movement in my life where I see the Lord at work even in the midst of my circumstances of pain and lack. I know this will be my best year yet.

For example, last weekend, for an International Women’s Day celebration, I was invited to share my poetry at an event and I said, “Yes.” A few days before the event, I received a flyer. The event was titled “Calling All Women, Femmes, and Queers.” There was no judgment here. I observed how God uses me. I have a deep affection and love for people. The event gave me an opportunity to reflect the grace of God. I showered my love on God’s children. My work was well-received. The core of my writing is celebrating human dignity; as a result, I call out injustice like Jesus did, and celebrate His abundant love, the goodness and kindness of Jesus. God has already blessed the just and the unjust. Every time I share my poetry, I tell my story, my testimony, and I get an opportunity to stir and build faith.

So, yesterday at the class on Psychology and Human Sexuality, I was given the entire class period with over 25 students. The stage was set. As the students entered the classroom, calypso music was playing. Calypso music was developed in, or is indigenous to, Trinidad and Tobago (where I come from) and contains a lot of sexual innuendo and political commentary. According to Greek mythology, Calypso was a nymph who fell in love with Odysseus and held him captive for several years with her singing. The backdrop for this presentation was a graphic of a lady in red, which had accompanied my essay “Scared by Red” (IVJ, June 2017).

This marriage of the music and image gave students a glimpse into my culture: wild abandon. I proceeded to tell a variety of stories about my background and read several poems, “Seduction,” “Reminisce,” and “Stolen Moments.” The students were engaged and had several questions. The professor and some students made a note of the IVJ website. More importantly, I was able to weave in my story about my spiritual growth and how my spiritual gifts were revealed to me.

I ended the presentation with two poems.

Desperately

I never thought

I would want to be

with someone

so desperately.

I sat on my bed

and called your name

repeatedly,

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Stinging teardrops

stained my cheeks.

I've always had someone

but I never cried

for anyone

maybe tonight

I cried for me.

Next to Me

you do not want to be in the room

next to me

you would wonder what is going on

I moan and groan and thrash and move around

so many things touch my soul

when

when I

when I am

when I am reading,<