My work in God's garden (Matthew 21:33-46)
I enjoy the tomatoes I grow, but they aren't really mine.
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I do not know what it is to tend a vineyard, but I do know what it is to keep a garden. For years now, every spring we turn over the soil in our little patch in the yard behind the house. We mend the fence, add some fertilizer, and plant the seeds and the starts. It is so satisfying. Rich black soil, nice straight rows, not a weed in sight. There is nothing like a freshly planted garden to make you feel that all is right in the world.
