Unprecedented amounts of rain have fallen across much of France over the past two months meaning that as I drive between cities, there are fields of corn and sunflower crops that are unable to be harvested. The ground is too wet for heavy farm equipment to work it. Sunflower heads are so wet, that the seeds are germinating right in the head.

I suppose it is yet another way that all of creation is groaning… weary of the weight and impact of mankind’s largely having distanced itself from its creator. I’m amazed, when I look around, at the uneasiness that characterizes not any one society in particular… but all of them. Never in my life to date has it been on such a wide scale.

I’m glad to know that there is a rock that is greater than I, to which I can cling and find a measure of peace in the storm. We continue to try to be examples of that peace here in our little part of western France.