Sunday, Sunday, can't help that day

 Sunday, Sunday, can’t help that day 

Uncle Albert by m ball

As we left the church, I took Uncle Albert’s arm to make sure he got safely down the stairs and down the walk and into the car.

     “Do we listen to what we say?” he asked, as I got in. “Do we listen at all?” He was clearly irritated.

     “Mmmm,” I said.

     “This bit about how ‘he was tempted as we are but without sin’: If he was tempted as we are, he couldn’t be without sin, because for us the sin is already in the temptation.”

     I started the car.

     “Right?” Uncle Albert demanded. And I nodded.

     “Right,” I said, because he was.

 03.18.18