Several years ago my Dad mentioned a story he had heard about German POWs who came to pick the apples in what would later become my Grandpa’s orchard. For the last nine months or so, I’ve been immersed in researching and writing — amazed as I uncover more and more about the stories and lives of these “enemies” and the farm families for whom they worked.
Grateful to The Twelve blog for giving me a space today to process, reflect, and remember. You can read this post here.
Also grateful for smart and kind readers, one who pointed out to me that this Sunday’s Old Testament Reading is about beating swords into pruning hooks.
May it be so.