Were the world to end tomorrow, would we plant a tree today? Would we till the soil of loving, kneel to work and rise to pray? Dare we try and give an answer, reaching out in fragile hope, touching lives with word of Easter, break a loaf and share a cup? Born into the brittle morning of that final earthy day, would we be intent on seeing Christ in others on our way? Pray that at the end of living, of philosophies and creeds, God will find the people busy planting trees and sowing seeds.