Monday, March 16, 2009

Sabbath Breaking

When other kids sit in Sunday School and don't even play for fear of offending the Lord, Mary unloads hay.




When other people contemplate their existence and rest in the Word, John hauls hay.



When other people set aside work to spend time with the Lord, I stack hay.



"Henry, we did go to church and I went to Sunday School before starting all this fun. We're taking care of the animals God gave us. He'll be OK with this, right?"



[BTW, what do we really think of Sunday? Some of you know. Those who don't...look here (Article 28:53-64) and read this (We should fear and love God that we may not despise preaching and His Word, but hold it sacred, and gladly hear and learn it.) We do, and we don't, and we do. But we were almost out of hay, and Farmer Todd could deliver it on Sunday. So there.]

3 comments:

Betsy said...

Melody,

I just don't think I can hang out with you any more....you are such a bad girl! First, drinking all that wine...now this! Oh my!

Betsy

Jenn said...

When did Mary get so Grown UP?!!! ;) Gotta do what you've gotta do! ;)

Shurt'ugal'sPost said...

Unloading hay was fun. Except half of the bales were too loose. Dad said "these aren't bales, these are BAGS" But then they got more firm. yay