The farmer tears into the weed, down to the roots, so that good plants will not be drained of nutrition and sunshine. Then he waters, teaching the whole Bible, the whole truth, the whole history of God's people, the whole doctrine of God. Our faith-roots go deep into the soil for the moisture of God's protection, redemption and forgiveness. Stalks produce grain. The farmer works hard to bring the fruit into the barn of heaven.
Pastors preside at funerals.
His loved ones, his children, die and go to be with Christ forever. Then the winter comes and no one can work. Men's hearts grow as cold as the snowy ground. In the meantime, we encourage one another and wait for the spring of immortality to come. So another pastor is coming to share in this work.