I journeyed to Iowa this week. It has been many years since I got to walk down a country road in America's heartland. The warm sun, gentle breeze, the smell of freshly tilled soil, and the bird songs are magically peaceful. It is a spiritual reminder that our country's industrial and political might are balanced by our agrarian roots. When life gets crazy, when the world seems mad, try to recall the peace and harmony of a world that changes with the seasons, bends to the weather, and does God's work.