Oh, Nebraska. You have taught me so much. For one thing, you’re not just flat corn fields. I’ve seen cattle ranches (that smell to high heaven), green meadows over small hills, and clouds that stretch out across the sky like pink frescos of the Sistine Chapel. Lovely orange sunsets sink before my eyes behind silhouetted trees.
(PC Lauren Mach)
(PC Lauren Mach)
Nebraska is also very wild. I’ve shot my first gun, seen a tractor rodeo and a beard growing contest, and jumped in a bin of corn. I’ve tried Runza (I wasn’t too impressed), rhubarb pie (again, not that impressive), Nebraskan beef (okay that was good), an old fashioned chocolate ice cream soda (yum!), and discovered that salad in Nebraska usually involves fruit, marshmallows, and Cool Whip!
(PC Angela Marino)
The people here are so friendly and generous. We’ve been taken out to breakfast nearly every day this week and last! More people have honked, waved, and given us thumbs up than anywhere else.One lady in North Platte gave us three huge pans of cookies saying, “You’re walking for Jesus? Then you get ALL the cookies.” 
Once after daily Mass, a couple parishioners took us out for breakfast. But when they went up to pay, we found out a an anonymous stranger had paid for our ticket! Last night, we headed to Applebees to celebrate an awesome day. A lady came over to our table and said, “Did I hear correctly that you’re walking across the country? And you all are pro-life? That’s so wonderful!” When we asked for the check later, the waitress told us this sweet lady had paid for us.
Keep it up, Nebraska. Your parishes are actively pro-life, your people are wonderful, and we are very blessed.
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