Cantaloupes. (August 10 [Pr. Cheri])

Some are juicy.
Some are plump.
Some are larger than life.
Some are smaller than one can imagine.
Some are best left alone.
Some are best brought home to mother.
Some are young.
Some are old.
Some are just beginning life.
Some are near the end of their days.
Some are cool to the touch.
Some are warm from the sun.
Some are… melons.
Some are… people.
Just like melons, these statements still apply. The innuendos fly; the maturity levels dip; but at the end of the day. People are like melons.
Like our friend the melon, we grow together in community.
Like our friend the melon, we have a tough exterior that protects our soft parts from the harshness that is the world.
Like our friend the melon, we are all different, and yet grow up in the same community.
Like our friend the melon, no two of us are exactly the same.
We may all come from the same vine, but we are all unique; we all bring different qualities to the world that are mutually beneficial to everybody we come across: flavor, pizazz, toughness, stability, sustenance, etc. Together we thrive, together we can change the world.
Melons.
People.
Together.
Forever.
One body, one spirit, one life, one love.