Place of Rest

What I Found under a Maple Tree

One fall day, I decided to take a break from working my farm in upstate New York and drive to a distant town for supplies. It was good to relax and reflect on the passing year. I thought about the year’s crops, the sweat equity I earned, and about my family—how we were doing and where we were headed. I had packed my lunch and was looking for a quiet place to pull off and eat in the fall sun.

Soon I came upon the Holiest of Apostles...

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About the Author

John Keidel lives on a farm in Penn Yan, New York.