I don’t mean to keep on and on about the weather as if we just met or are in some kind of tiff, and therefore, can only bear mundane prattle that does not require any real eye contact. But seriously, I saw the damnedest thing today. A flower bed full of daffodils. In January. The January that situates itself on the calendar and indicates winter.
Somewhere in the Bible, I don’t know where, there is something about one of the signs of the end times being that the seasons are all mixed up. Every generation thinks it’s the last. Wars, earthquakes, famine, various atrocities. These have been with us since pretty much the get go. But daffodils in JANUARY?!
Ya’ll better get right with Jesus.