Luke 6:17, 20-26
A sexton was sweeping up a mess on the front steps of the Church. He looked at the flowers lying about in disorder. “What a waste!” he muttered. Those pretty flowers had been strewn about the Church entrance and vestibule at a wedding only an hour before. Now it was all over and they were about to be discarded. The man leaned on his broom handle for a few moments, lost in thought. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound. One of the flowers was speaking to him:
“Do you call this a waste?” the flower protested. “What is life anyway, yours or mine, but a means of service? My mission was to create a sweet fragrance and a little…
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