“The seed cast in the weeds is the person who hears the kingdom news, but weeds of worry and illusions about getting more and wanting everything under the sun strangle what was heard, and nothing comes of it.”
The last few days we’ve just laid low: I did a hilly bike ride on Saturday and a flat one on Sunday, and even had a friend to ride with each day. The weather didn’t turn out particularly stunning, but the real rain held off until Sunday night, so no complaints there. Saturday evening Ian and I spent with his parents, which was nice, as we hadn’t seen them in quite a while. Sunday evening we had “church,” such as it is. I much prefer evening church; it feels so much easier to fit into life, somehow. Church at 10:30 is like an appointment at 2:00 pm: It just throws off your entire day. You can’t do anything real involved.