What do you do with manure...?
What do we do with manure…? We watch with wonder as the farmer spreads it on the fields, and lo…wonderful things grow. But what about the manure of our own lives…our foolish choices, the abuse piled upon us by the judgments of others, the dreaded diagnosis, the broken marriages, the betrayals, the cutting remarks, the sense of aloneness, the car accident, the outright sinfulness? It does no good to whitewash these things…they still smell…as does manure. So what are we to do as we plunge into this ordinary time, this time of intense growth from the marvels of the paschal mystery? Maybe we can take a clue again from the farmer. He plants, he covers the field with manure so the rains can soak it into the ground and surrounds and feeds the little seed with its nutrients, and then he goes home and takes a nap. He sleeps and waits. So mu...