I am a lover of open spaces. My earliest childhood affection was for windblown wheat fields, ripe for running and rolling and dancing in. On a recent flight, I rode the clouds over Michigan. It was nearing dusk and the sun seemed to stretch forever over a carpet of golden billows. It looked like a heavenly wheat field, and I longed to leap from my airplane seat into the wild freedom of that sky.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://spectrummagazine.org/article/sabbath-school/2009/06/01/where-discipleship-starts