Last year, the saints at
Brunswick Baptist Church in
Brunswick, Missouri, invited me to preach the Word of God in their gathering. What a joy it was to see a town and people that otherwise I would not have met this side of eternity.
Brunswick is a charming town in north central Missouri. Surrounded by vast farms, Brunswick has many of the attractive features you'd expect in a small community: a
soda fountain, some
shoppes, and a giant pecan.
Okay, so
Brunswick's pecan isn't "real," but the townsfolk boast that Brunswick is the "
Pecan Capital of the World." It was in Brunswick that I discovered my enjoyment of pecans.
Walking the streets is a peaceful enjoyment and the people are warm to say hello and wave as you pass by.
Brunswick has a bit of history. The
trial of tears of the Potawatomi tribe had an encampment here.
Also, the Corps of Discover with Lewis and Clark camped here by the Grand River in modern Brunswick.
The railroad in Brunswick is still vitally important to this agricultural community.
The highrises in Brunswick are grain elevators.
The fields of Brunswick are a peaceful ocean of land, leaving the vastness of the sky above and incredible distance to the trees a graceful boundary to the sky. Finding myself in the large farms of Brunswick gives peace to the mind wrapped in my
feldeinsamkeit.
The road leaving Brunswick cannot remove the stamp upon my heart of the joys and kind memories I delight in to this day.
The fields are mowed and the hay is rolled, saving the sun's yield for the winter's cruelty. 
The sun smiles upon resting fields; the summer breeze welcomes the evening shade. 
May the rains bring the harvest, as Autumn winds whisper in. But now, now we rest.
