It was a hot day in July.  My father still younger, but old to me, and I were putting in posts.  There was a pond that needed to be fenced in.  My older sisters were somewhere else, as was my older brother.  It was my Dad and I, a post hole digger, gloves, and holes that needed to be dug.   We were putting order to the world, putting in a fence, marking boundaries between this side and that side.  Good hard work and good hot sweat.  If there is a heaven, I plan to help my Dad dig holes and put in fences.   Hard work making order of the world.  I’m sure God needs some holes dug, and I know the man I’ll spend some time digging them with.