Fearful about possible hail, Bernie and I picked a couple of buckets of tomatoes. He laid them out on the picnic table that he pulled into the garage. We sterilized jars. Today, we will can.
The storm was light. I wish we’d had a deluge. Our neighbor farmers would have liked it. It is too late for their corn and beans, but maybe a good pour would help them remember that God is still sending rain.
I am praying about Syria. The thought of innocent men, women, and children dying from chemical weapons is horrifying. But bombs kill, too. Death either way. I think of Peace Pilgrim and her message of peace, which the world has not yet given a try. Violence only leads to more violence she said. Peace has to begin somewhere…in some act of restraint. Jesus hinted that it begins with each of us making a decision to love our enemies. This is so difficult.