Work It....

Thank you, Lord for not making me a Southerner. Simply could not endure it...This morning after making two banana breads, and cleaning up, it was off to tend the gardens at the church. This is great exercise, let no one kid you. It brought to mind all of those out there who daily tend crops. Farming is a tough occupation, as some have found out the hard way. It is incomprehensible to think that they must depend almost entirely on their own produce. And, its mind boggling to think that we must depend on them.


It is wondered how they prepare for natural disasters, like the impending hurricane coming up the coast. Are they quite possibly picking all they can before impact? What did they do years ago when there was no warning? How did they survive? Gardner's are special people.


We have so much to be thankful for and as I read this mornings face book page, Fr. Peter's suggestion for change was to go back to church. We need to look back as our present is totally misguided and immoral, for the most part. This does not imply a failure on God's part, He has upheld His end of it, while we didn't ours. Praise comes easy when you realize that our maker, fashioner and savior wants only good things for His children. As a loving father He provides....


The load has become heavy, but not when it is shared. Remember the story of the footprints? At times, it seems we are overburdened. Going to church, we are united in a cause, supporting one another, we are never alone. We are here for each other. God tells us that He will not leave us nor forsake us.


A story that comes to mind, from a recent book, says it all. In a land where the impossible was asked from ordinary gardener, from rulers who were revered almost to the point of idolatry, an undulating landscape of rolling greens, palms and lawns of precision would be had almost overnight. The problem was that they got no rain for twelve months, the grass needed to be transported in from elsewhere in that kingdom. It was not green, but brown. The humidity level was only four percent, but it would be green for the oncoming event in the A.M. Failure means death in some places, places where sprinklers fail to do their job. What would you do? The credit was given to the ingenuity of the landscaper and his men who used an atomizer to spray the dead paint, emerald green. Would their effort be appreciated and noticed? It would be if it wasn't according to what was prescribed.


Today, we live in a superficial world, where people do not even know who they are, only what they need. All they need is an excuses for not doing the right thing. Climate was hardly an excuse in the case of the gardener, and in most cases, the reason for not resolving problems, is that we fail to look deeply enough at ourselves and others. We are occupied.


We let things get in our way of becoming the loving people of our design. Compassionate, forgiving, understanding, and non-judgemental. Where do we learn about caring and sharing , if not from our church and our homes? Faith without works is dead. Put your faith in action. How about baby steps? Everyone needs to begin....somewhere, somehow. How about now?


Aren't we after all, our brother's keeper? When will we learn?