A woman called Esme once sowed a whole garden with bright red poppy seeds. It was her way of remembering her late brother who was killed in the war.
“When they are in flower on his anniversary it will be as if heaven is looking down, and saying all is well!”
But they didn’t flower for his anniversary. They hadn’t even given a thought to sprouting a bud for the occasion. They burst into flower several months later. Esme couldn’t bear to look at them. Basically they were weeds. She pulled them out and planted some carrots instead. It was the wrong time of the year to plant carrots (or potatoes for that matter) and so they came to nothing. She should have planted something like Swiss chard or even some heat tolerant spinach.
So, my dear brethren, as we reflect upon this story let us remember that our Divine Lord choose fishermen to be his apostles. Well, some of them anyway. And we should love everybody. And there’s global warming. Remember that too.
In conclusion may I add that it’s incomprehensible to me as to why so few people come to church these days?
Amen.