F is a man who in one summer proved he could do with one leg what few could manage with two. Terry Fox never finished his cancer crusade; now we all do the running and remember his name.
The new loonie now remembers his work.
G is for grain and the valleys of wheat that ripple through the prairies in the dry, summer heat. Our western-grown bounty is a gift to the globe, for the bread of the world comes from see that we sow.
May we remember too, to sow the seed of the Gospel as God gives us strength and boldness that God may reap a harvest of souls as our farmers reap their grain.