We went to Trinity CRC today. The scripture text was Rev 3:2. This is the perfect verse for preachers, since every so often they can pound the podium and yell, "Wake up!"
On the way home, I was talking to my neighbor. He keeps bees, which I had once considered as a retirement hobby. But what a monstrous hobby it is. At the end of every season, he kills all the bees. And why? Because otherwise, they might eat the honey they've spent all summer making. I don't see how I could be a part of that. I'd rather be an Israelite than an Egyptian, or maybe it's just 35 years in the AFL-CIO. Either way, even Wal-Mart doesn't treat its workers that badly.
*The perfect country songwriter.