It’s Christmas morning 2025 and yet it’s a strange one for our usually “all in” family. We did not put up any Christmas lights on the farm this year. We did not put up any reindeer decorations…

It’s one of hottest summers on record. What in the world are we doing planting seeds and moving animals across the land everyday in this God-forsaken heat?…

We lit the third candle on the Advent wreath by the pond this morning. Traditionally, it’s the candle of joy, so last night, I wrote a little prayer based on joy…

It’s just any old, ordinary pasture at our farm. Nothing but grass. But there is something happening just below the surface…

I saw it as a pastor. I really see it as a farmer. The everyday non-stop cycle of life and death. Or maybe more appropriately death and life…

I am in my tent. It’s 7pm on the 1st of December, and it’s 60 degrees on a clear starry evening. It’s a good night to enjoy the farm…

I have been trying something over the last month. I have been unabashedly, over-the-top, excessively nice to everyone I have met…