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This morning's Gospel was the one about the lost sheep. Matthew 18: 1-5, 10, 12-14
Hold that thought.
I was harvesting the tomatoes you see in the above picture, just before noon, today. They're all over the place, rotting on the vine. There's big boys, plums, and cherry. I don't know what to do with them all.
They cherry tomatoes are particularly abundant. It was hot. I could feel the sun burning my neck, shoulders and back. I felt buggy and sticky with perspiration. One particularly, well formed, deep red, tomato, fell just as I touched it. It tumbled to the ground, partially covered by all the vines, and leaves.
I thought of this morning's Gospel about going after the lost sheep and forgetting about the 99 others. I looked at that the lost tomato. Then I looked at my full basket of tomatoes.
I thought some more.
I'm not Jesus.
To hell, with that one tomato. I've got more than 99.
