Farmers who wait for perfect weather never plant. If they watch every cloud, they never harvest.
I was eleven. Uncle Tim and I stood in the church hall as the last of the Sunday school kids took their seats. “Say, nephew”, he said. “When will you sing that song for us?” “Someday,” I replied. He smiled. “You know, someday never comes. How about now?” Realizing he was right, I sang the song. It’s true. “Someday” never comes. Worship today by seizing this time, this moment. and make a difference for Jesus.