It is too hot to ride our horses, the dogs are too hot to bark and our chickens are laying their eggs already fried and sunny side up. Of course if it hadn’t been for a hotter than H-E-double-hockey sticks July it would just be August in Texas which we gladly endure to avoid winters in Chicago. The texts for Pentecost 8a call us out of the frying pan and into the fire so to speak but with a promise of comfort that comes from faith. The zealous for the Lord Prophet has cooled to his call until God speaks in silence and sends him on a new mission. The psalmist trusts in the promise of peace despite the difficult days of exile. Paul believes a new people united in the Lord will emerge from the inherent animosity between Jew and Gentile. And Peter sinking would be pleased to swim back to the boat but crying out to his Savior walking on water is just as happy for a helping hand. Hot or cold, a little faith goes a long way.