First Sunday in Lent Psalm 91 There were two fields in the neighborhood where I grew up. One was called the big field because it was…big! The big field went on for acres and acres, over hills and down little valleys, through woods, through rocks, and through a swamp with fruit-laden blueberry bushes. We used to go to the big field and build campfires there, cooking hot dogs over the fire and telling the kinds of stories boys tell each other when they're just ten or eleven years old. The other field in our neighborhood was the little field [READ MORE]