Two brothers, living on adjoining farms, fell into conflict. In forty years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, providing mutual support and assistance whenever needed, it is their first rift. But it doesn't take much, does it? A conflict…
A young minister returned to his hometown in north Georgia. He struck up a conversation with an old farmer. They stood by the fencerow and watched as a new picking-machine rolled through a cotton field. Until now, the farmer had…
“Holiday plans are a little catawampus,” I tell the sheep.“What are holiday plans,” one asks.“When you have a whole lot up in the air, you try to make plans,” I explain.“Do you have any plans,” another asks.“Well, not really. But…
On my walk this morning, I tell the sheep about reading an article, “Keep Your Sanity with the Personal Craziness Index,” and that I took the index and had a high score and that it didn’t surprise me but unnerved me a…
Rabbi Albert Lewis tells the story of a man seeking employment on a farm; he hands a letter of recommendation to his new employer that reads simply, "He sleeps in a storm."The farmer is uncertain what to make of the…
“You guys make me smile,” I tell the sheep this morning. “Thank you. I don’t feel like I need to prove anything. You all are a sanctuary for me.”They give me that look that tells me they have no idea…
“You look sad.”“I am,” I tell the sheep. “A great man died this week. And I miss him.”“What made him great?” a little one asked.“He made us better people.” I like Andrew Young’s take. John Lewis “didn't convince you by…
“Happy Father’s Day,” I tell the sheep on my walk this morning.“Why do you look tired?” one asks.“I let my spirit get on edge,” I tell them. “There’s so much to do, my world is hungry for people to step…
On my walk this morning, I stop at the fence. My congregation, the sheep, are reclining contentedly in the grass. “Well,” their look asked me. “Do you have a story this week or not?”“It’s an old story,” I tell them.…
On my walk this morning, I stop, and stand at the fence. My congregation, the sheep, don’t mind silence, which is nice and different from many churches I have visited. After a while, I tell them, “I need your help.…
