Monday and Tuesday afternoons, I work the farmstand. The red barn sits back from the intersection of two busy roads in Riverhead, Long Island. Behind it lay the fields from which all our produce is harvested. Our lawn, now that…

I thought I’d be prepared by the title not to be shocked by Naomi Klein’s book “Shock Doctrine,” but it keeps happening! By the way, the relationship to food and faith is in the way shocks have been used by…

Reading the Peacemaking Program’s blog this evening, I was reminded of the great talk Roberto Jordan presented at this year’s Peacemaking Conference. The Presbyterian News Service posted a story on the keynote presentation by Rev. Jordan of Argentina. He is…

I was told I’d need a taxi. Instead, I started out walking from the hotel east on Route 70 in search of a church where I could break my fast with communion. Cars whizzed by me as I walked where…

This week marked the end of tomato season, my third since I started pushing little tiny seeds into 1” seed trays. This is the first fall where I made a decision to end the season (tomato plant euthanasia?) rather than…

Matthew 20:1-16 took on new meaning for me this week. Though I heard it read within the walls of a church on Sunday, the story took me out to the fields where I spend my day laboring. In this passage,…

I touched your food. Don’t be offended or worried. Lots of people touched your food. Hope you rinsed that lettuce. I’m working as a novice apprentice on an organic farm in Riverhead, Long Island. Every day at 7 am, I…

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Early Monday morning, I rode my bicycle down Frankfort Ave amidst the devastation from 75 mile-an-hour winds of the day before. Giant oak trees that had stretched to the sky two days prior lay on their sides – broken. I…

Friends are in the middle of Ramadan now, fasting every day for 30 days. Fasting used to be a common thing back in the day for Jews and Christians, too (see the list below!). I wonder why it lost its…