[gardeners] Preacher's words
asidv@fbg.net (gardeners@globalgarden.com)
Sun, 5 Jul 1998 14:12:32 +0000
It's hard to know what part of Sunday I look forward to the most. Is
it the praying, singing, sermonizing -- or is it the time spent
afterward, on the church house grass, talking with you all?
Whatever is the best part, this Sunday we didn't get any of it. Who
could have known that the flat key on the old pump organ would go
even flatter and every bee in the county would think it was a call to
arms?
There was more bees in that church than there have been prayers in
the last seventy-eight years. What with swatting and stomping,
yelling, hooting, and hollering -- you would have thought some new
brand of religion was celebrating by setting off the fireworks that
the county fathers banned yesterday (due to the lack of rain and high
winds, you understand). It seemed the only thing any of us could do
was light out and head for cover.
The exterminator people tell me we can get back in the church in
time for Wednesday's 2 PM meeting of the ladies of the church. The
ladies will pack cookies to send to some of our missionaries
in Washington DC. The good Lord knows those poor missionaries have
their work cut out for them there -- and if cookies will ease their
burden, it is the bounden duty of all the ladies of the church to get
out the mixing bowls and stir up a mess of chocolate chippers,
oatmeal, peanut butter, and RiceKrispies-with-marshmallow-bars.
Since we couldn't have church this morning, it was suggested that we
use letters to have our meeting. (That will do for the services, but
there was so much I needed to talk with you about, after church out
on the grass. To encourage DeeDee to just ignore that
sharecropper -- all the time watching that he stay out of her
henhouse. And to ask Miz Cane if she had stripped that bed,
washed all the covers, and kerosened the bedsprings. I wanted to
thank Aunt Edna for her prayers for Precious Jade and for her egg
money.)
But to get back to the services. Since it is the Sunday after
the anniversary of our Glorious Independence,it was planned that the
choir open with the Battle Hymn of the Republic. We felt it was safe
this year since the member who had broken forth with "Three Cheers
for Jeff Davis" has joined another church.
Then, after the usual prayers, and several more hymns (the substitute
organist had been practising America the Beautiful all week with her
grandchild whom she had taught to accompany her on a snare drum), the
theme of my sermon was to be "Independence from Sin, Dependence on
Forgiveness.". I don't think it would be as moving in writing as in
the speaking, so I'll save it for next year this time.
Nothing like having a little something set aside for future
need.
Before I go off to labor in the fields, so to speak, I want to
ask that you all pray for Belle Ringer. I feel she was unjustly
treated by Sheriff Ying. You should pray for him, too. I know that
will be hard for you, and to confess, it is hard for me to pray for
Sheriff Yang. But I do. Oh yes I do.
Preacher