Life seems filled with busyness
The rain has delayed gardening
Work Quotas fill the days
Even with this, the duties of life continue
The garden is late and muddy
Weeds grow faster than food
The hoe and the hands work together
Bringing hope for the summer
Slowly the house is coming to order
Item by item an order and purpose is forming
The body maybe tired, the process slow
Still, life is beginning, it is not on hold
There is so much need for reading these days
Deadlines cannot be changed
Sometimes failures are allowable
We choose which deadlines to meet
Time is needed for study
The choice still has to be made!
How does one give a single sermon?
The eyes move to the epistle called Ephesians
Seems Paul’s saints are ordinary people
Ordinary people with ordinary problems
People who often have no honor in life
People who sometimes need a scolding for childishness
They call the day mother’s day
Would it be a good day to speak to ordinary people
Should I address mothers with common folk?
Should mothers know that God makes saints out of rough material?
Perhaps she herself is saint material
Whether a servant, a wife, a mother.
Churches are made up of those who need salvation
If someone is already perfect, religion is useless
Perhaps we will see the example of Eunice
A faithful mother to the Godly Timothy
Timothy, a young elder in Ephesus
Teaching just as he learned from his mother and Paul
The mind continues to dwell on mothers and saints
Deadlines, forms, rules and constructions
A day is coming to speak Truth
The day has arrived to seek it