In the Country
A PLACE FULL OF GRACE
“Where are your sheep, Father?” Jay asks as he throws another rock on the pile behind the barn.
“They got mad and left,” I respond as I try with a hoe to pry loose a slab of cement. “They got tired of this rocky manure yard and decided to go to the city. I think they’re headed for Chicago.”
“Father, priests aren’t supposed to lie.”
Jay is 10 years of age and old enough to provide some direction to misguided adults.
“I’m just telling you what they had on their minds. You don’t see them around anywhere, do you?”
“So where are they?”
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