Originally posted by FMFLuke 12: 27-28
What occurs to you when you do?
"Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. 28 But if God so clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you? You men of little faith!"
"I want a job," said Archie.
Mr. Wheeler consumed eight fried potatoes in quick succession. He was an able trencherman.
"I always looked on you as one of our leading lilies of the field," he said. "Why this anxiety to toil and spin?"
"Well, my wife, you know, seems to think it might put me one-up with the jolly old dad if I did something."
"And you're not particular what you do, so long as it has the outer aspect of work?"
"Anything in the world, laddie, anything in the world."
~ P.G.Wodehouse, Indiscretions of Archie
Originally posted by Grampy BobbySo it occurred to you to copy paste some text? 😛
Luke 12: 27-28
"Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. 28 But if God so clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you? You men of little faith!"
Originally posted by GambrelWhat occurs to you when you consider the lilies of the field?
Luke 12:27
“Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”
King James Version (KJV)
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Originally posted by FMFI think of orchids for some reason. I ran into a plausible looking middle aged self-identifying botanist and researcher in West Papua when I lived there. He even had the safari jacket and hat.
What occurs to you when you do?
It was very unusual to meet fellow foreigners in the town where I was living (I was the only one at one point apart from a couple of elderly Dutch priests) so I helped him out a bit ~ sorted him out a place to stay, interpreted for him, and this and that.
The day after he was supposed to have left, I heard he'd been arrested at the airport trying to smuggle a suitcase of rare and highly valuable orchids out of the province illegally. He was a poacher and not a scientist. I was never implicated for some reason.
Not a story about lilies of the field, I know, but this is what occurs to me when I consider them.