1. Listen to God's love song: "See my vineyard fair, planted, walled and watered, pruned with loving care; ready to yield on every fruiting vine grapes of love and justice for my finest wine!" 2. "But what if my vineyard, breaking love and trust, gives me only wild grapes, bitter and unjust? Then with an axe my sorrow shall be shown. I will leave it fenceless, trampled, overgrown!" 3. We ourselves are branches fed by Christ, the Vine, joined through one another as we intertwine, watching in awe our Grower stoop and stand, tying, training, musing, pruning-knife in hand. 4. Money, fame or numbers -- Every measure's moot. Ask the Grower's question: "Are we bearing fruit, year after year, dear Christ, without a fuss, loving, loving, loving, as you first loved us?"