Friday, August 19, 2022
I am reminded that life is what happens while I am busy making other plans.
We live in a community we love. We have the freedom to choose how much or how little we will engage with life beyond our four log walls. We have enough resources to keep us from feeling edgy every time a car or household repair needs to be done.
As Sunday morning rapidly approaches, and “Come Sunday, Come Sermon,” there is no lack of “grist for the mill.”
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” “Blessed are the merciful for they shall receive mercy.” “Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way were the prophets before you persecuted.”
Perhaps the interruptions that life throws in the path of the best laid intentions are where the real sermons of life exist.
Posted by Vicky at 1:14 PM