The Village Shepherd
He Emptied Himself...
Sermon
The postman regularly delivers a lot of junk mail to our house, but thoughtfully bundles it together with a rubber band. This means that we gain several thick, strong rubber bands each week. For some unknown and obscure reason, I hate to throw these rubber bands away, so I pack them into a little plastic bank envelope and throw them in a drawer, knowing they'll come in useful one day. When the little plastic envelope is full, I find myself stretching the rubber bands around anything that comes to hand, such as a jam jar.

