Teach Us to Number Our Days

A couple of blocks north on our Iowa country road, nestled among cornstalk-spangled fields and soybeans aplenty, sleeps the town cemetery. I like to walk there from time to time to read the inscriptions on the headstones. Some are new, while others date back nearly a couple hundred years. It was near harvest time last October that I saw a familiar face walking through there. It was a Christian school teacher visiting from Michigan. He came to Iowa to attend the annual Protestant Reformed...