BLESS ALL FARMERS
Yesterday I sat behind three people at Mass, two women and a man. The man wore suspenders and I thought he looks like a grampa, and also like a farmer. So when they read the prayer intentions after the gospel, one of them was “for all farmers.”
Weird, I thought. I come here every day for a year, and they never pray for farmers. Now today, I sit behind one, and they pray for them rubes. OK with me. I loved my mother’s brother, who was a farmer in Canada, as was her father, and she was a farm girl.
Later, it sunk in, the gospel was the parable of the sower, who went out to sow seed. Thus, the connection with farmers. How often there are reasons for things, and we just don’t see them!
