Diamond-Cut Life

Do you love fresh, crusty bread, like I do? A grain elevator like the one to the right was pivotal in bringing the wheat from the field to our tables. I took this picture near sunset yesterday in the small town of Mentor, Kansas, across from the church where Linda, my dear friend of 31 years, is pastor. The Midwestern prairie is full of wheat fields, high winds, hot and cold weather, and good hearts.

On Sunday Linda’s congregation surprised me by singing happy birthday to me – in the middle of the worship service. It was Jerry the lay leader’s idea, not even Linda’s. Then I tried to pay for my lunch after church at the bustling little Mexican restaurant that was part of the Texaco station. “No, she’s on our tab. Ignore everything she says,” David told the pretty waitress calmly. They don’t call this the heartland for nothing.

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