I love the word quandary. It expresses so much about life. 

As humans we have to make choices. Yet we are limited by our cognitive capacity. Which often leads to information overload. The result: quandaries.

Does God cry too? That’s the question a young girl asked her dad many years ago. My wife Julie shared a childhood memory with me when we were discussing this morning’s readings. She was four or five years old,  playing with dolls, when a thump at the window drew her attention.

"The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few." It’s easy to hear those words as a challenge. The church needs volunteers. The world needs people to step up. We need more people to work harder to fix the world’s brokenness.

But before Jesus even mentions laborers, he does something else: he sees.