I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,
and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,
and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven’s favor,
in spite of the best advice.
—Wendell Berry, from “The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer”
As a clergyman, I have grown used to the fact that no matter what else a person may say about my vocation, it really isn’t cool to be a man or a woman of the cloth. Oh, being a minister is dignified, but no matter how well you accessorize, a clerical collar never is hip.
So imagine my surprise when a kid from two doors down showed up to play at our house wearing a tee shirt bearing the image of a handsome young man in a dog collar.
I almost fell down and kissed his feet. “Bless your three-year-old heart! Maybe my kids will grow up thinking I’m not a dork after all. Someone like me is on a shirt!” Continue reading