Love in the Concrete

Pastor Fudd preached, yesterday, on loving and forgiving.

This morning, he got up and poured fresh new cement for a sidewalk.

Little Jimmy Mischief came along and planted his footprints in the pristine surface and pastor Fudd was aroused to anger.

Mrs. Fudd inquired, "But what about your sermon on loving others? Doesn't it apply to Jimmy?"

Fudd replied, "I love him in the abstract, but not in the CONCRETE!"

Just a sweet song about living, dying, and living. It's all wrapped up together.

It is music, poetry, dance, drama, and art that give us the language and voice to express, in the abstract, that which is real in the concrete.

“Little children, let us not love in word or speech, but in deed and in truth” (1 John 3:18)