Sermons On The Second Readings
Once when I returned home for a quick visit with my parents, an old friend unexpectedly dropped by to see me. We took advantage of the warm spring weather and sat out on the back porch. A tiny cluster of maple trees exhaled the fragrance of sticky new buds, as Fred and I reminisced about our high school days and exchanged the latest gossip concerning classmates. It wasn't long, though, before we found ourselves running out of things to say. Like trying to read the comic strips after returning from an extended vacation, we had lost the continuity of each other's stories.