A lot of things grow in gardens. Flowers, tomatoes, onion, peppers, and trouble did at one time.

This morning I heard part of a song that I like. The part I heard was “my brother’s keeper.” That got me to thinking about this. Cain asked if he was his brother’s keeper after God asked him where Abel was. God and Can both knew what had happened, but Cain didn’t want to talk about it.

Do we treat our brothers and sisters the same way? Do we acknowledge that we must work together, and pray for one another, only to do the opposite because someone did something we didn’t like?

A lot of things grow in gardens, discontent and dissension grow like weeds.