Lightly Goes the Good News
Scripture Stories For Reflection
"Sure! At the eleventh hour. You might know it. At the eleventh hour they come in. Who do they think they are?" Zeke was waving one hand in the air while he counted out bagels with the other in the back room of his Hard Earned Bagel Shop. "Five cinnamon with raisin. Five raisin without cinnamon." He paused, then grumbled again, "Eleventh hour! Three raisin with diet cinnamon ... or, was it three diet raisin with cinnamon? Well, we only have the diet cinnamon, not the diet raisin. So, they get what they get," he said with a note of finality. "What do they expect?