If a man abide not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire, and they are burned. —John 15:6
In Ohio we have a lot of clay reserves. In some areas the topsoil is very thin, while underneath there is a hard layer of clay called a “hardpan.” We can have an all-out downpour, and within hours the topsoil will be as dry as powder.
Some Christians shout victory on Sunday, but by Monday they have no joy, no victory, and no peace. They are as hardhearted as our Ohio clay, and their fruit withers on the vine. They are without patience, mercy, gentleness, meekness, temperance, or compassion. They are just going through the motions.
Others wither as soon as the hot winds of temptation, trouble, and tribulation blow their way.
Keep your faith fresh and alive by constantly tilling the soil of your heart. Pray for the Holy Ghost to send the rain. Stay in union with the source of all life, and your faith will blossom and bear fruit in season.
Holy Spirit, send Your rain. Keep me
united with Your vision. Bear Your
fruit in my life. Amen.
Curt Landry 
Michael L. Brown 
Rabbi Eric Tokajer 
