Last night I dreamed I was chatting with the Galilean
Me: It’s these neighbors.
Him; What about them?
Me: They won’t take care of their property.
Him: So?
Me: I’ve been doing it for them for 15 years.
Him: Bless you, my son.
Me: But I want to quit.
Him: And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?
Me: I don't seem to be making any progress.
Him: Are they healthy?
Me: Yes: They just don’t want to take care of
things.
Him: Hmmm. If you are doing it for them, you are
doing it for me.
Me: You never asked me to clean your yard.
Him: But I might come like a thief in the night.
Me: How long should I continue?
Him: You haven’t forgotten seventy times seven
have you? Wasn’t I pretty clear?
Me: There is danger, venomous vipers all over the property.
Him: Fear not. I am with you. I’m on this side of the
fence but still with you.
Me; But I have lost a dozen workers over the
years, children of my friends.
Him: Shall I send you Saint Patrick? He rids houses
of serpents in the name of God.
Me: But the serpents are their gods.
There was silence. I looked.
The Galilean was gone.
