Texts: Isaiah 49: 8-16; Matthew 6: 24-34
About a month ago I began looking at garden catalogues. For anyone who loves to garden, they are just as beguiling as the serpent’s words to Eve. Replete with color photographs of gardens that only could be created by master English gardeners, they hold out the promise: You, too, can have a garden like this. You, too, for only buying this bulb or that seed can grow something that will not only be the envy of your neighbors but will create beauty beyond your wildest imaginations. You, too…. You, too … And, of course, every year, I ask myself: Can I really? Can I really? Can I?
Plants, of course, multiply, and that corner of bright sunlight in Fellowship Hall seems to expand every winter as plants that some of us have no...
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