For a prairie girl the beatitudes upon the plain are a refreshing change from the sermon on the mount. It is good to hear about the word of God being delivered on the prairie wind, or resting on the far horizon, or calling from the clouds high above. And it is good to be reminded of the soil/soul soaking rains that may not come often but are a source of great renewal and refreshment when they do. What does it mean to live a life of faith with persistence and determination even through a drought? How do we persevere like the cactus?
Have you been watered sufficiently?
