Faith is like a giant cabbage

As a member of the stake high council, Dave has speaking assignments in the different congregations throughout the stake every couple of months. This past Sunday he spoke in all three wards that meet in one building, and the boys and I went to the 11:00 one (what a perfect time to go to church). That's the ward that split off of ours 18 months ago, and it was fun to see all our old friends. Anyway, his topic to speak on was faith, and he opened it with a story about Spencer and the giant cabbage, comparing it to Alma 32. A couple years ago Spencer came home all excited about a giant cabbage seed his 1st grade teacher had given him. Dave said he was skeptical it would actually grow, because it was the middle of winter, our garden hadn't been prepped yet and the irrigation system wasn't set up. But he hoped it would grow for Spencer's sake (even if ye can no more than desire to believe), so we told him to plant it in the garden and water it. Sure enough, the thing grew (I know that this is a good seed; for behold it sprouteth and beginneth to grow), and Spencer continued to water it, weed around it and pick the caterpillars off the leaves (let us nourish it with great care, that it may get root, that it may grow up, and bring forth fruit). Several months later we harvested the largest cabbage we'd ever seen, and we ate cabbage for a week straight: cabbage soup, Chinese cabbage salad, and stuffed cabbage (ye shall feast upon this fruit even until ye are filled, that ye hunger not). I thought it was a great analogy.