A farmer looks over his field, the South Dakota soil freshly turned in the afternoon sun, the work of the day behind him, his son next to him. “Put your hand in the soil, son,” he says. The boy, confused, complies. He looks his son in the eye: “Son, this soil is part of your life—you take care of it and it will take care of you.”
At that moment, a theologian was born.
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