“As you know, we consider blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.” (James 5:11)
Once upon a time, I decided to start a garden. “Fresh carrots, corn, lettuce, and tomatoes,” I exclaimed, “yum, yum.”
So I got my hoe and some seeds, found a spot in the back yard, and got to work. After about five minutes of tilling, I was ready to give up, but then I remembered my goal. “Fresh carrots, corn, lettuce, and tomatoes,” I reminded myself, “yum, yum.” And I put the hoe back into the dirt and continued churning over the ground.
All morning I worked. I hoed and weeded, planted and watered.
Then, I sat down on the porch with a nice, cool glass of lemonade, and I waited.
“It won't be long now,” I thought. “By dinner time I should have those fresh carrots, corn, lettuce, and tomatoes...yum, yum.” But as the afternoon waned, there were still no fresh veggies.
I stared at the garden. I walked around the garden. I inspected the dirt. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And I was angry. “Where are my fresh carrots, corn, lettuce, and tomatoes...yum, yum?” Not sure what else to do, I went in for the night, assuring myself that the next morning I'd get my vegetables.
But, when I arose the next morning and rushed out to the garden, there was still nothing there. Being a person of remarkable composure, I grabbed my hoe and started attacking my empty rectangle of dirt. “Where are my fresh carrots, corn, lettuce, and tomatoes...yum, yum?” I screamed as I slamming my hoe against the dry ground. “I want my fresh carrots, corn, lettuce, and tomatoes...yum, yum!” “Yum, yum...yum, yum...yum, yum,” I screamed like a crazy-man as I repeatedly swung my hoe.
This tirade lasted for several minutes until, exhausted, I sunk to the ground in despair, panting violently.
Just then I noticed my neighbor, Fred, staring at me with wide-eyes from his kitchen window. Fred, I hate Fred. He has a beautiful garden that is always giving him fresh carrots, corn, lettuce, and tomatoes...yum, yum.
When, I gave him a strange half smile of embarrassment, Fred hesitantly walked outside. “Uh...is something wrong, Ryan?” he asked nervously.