Priesthood from the Inside Out

Agriculture is one of the deadliest jobs in America: twice as deadly as law enforcement, five times deadlier than firefighting.

The prison guard weighed the small plastic bottle in the palm of her hand. “It’s not grape juice?” “No, ma’am.” She held the three ounces of rose-colored liquid up to the light. “Not permitted,” she said.

I grew up on a farm, and spent twenty-four years of my adult life farming. I still can’t help but do a little “windshield farming” as I drive along.

Sometimes God pays me back for smart-aleck remarks.

My cup runneth over.