On the way from a far-flung field back to her home, a farmer met a young priest, and they exchanged greetings.
She said, “Looks like rain tomorrow.”
“Why do you say that?” asked the city-bred priest.
“Rain follows a red sunset quite often.”
“The Maker crafted the physical world in mystery. Faith in providence will easy your heart, not trying to understand.”
The farmer, unsurprised since she was used to the ways of young priests, paraphrased different scripture, “The Maker gave us eyes to see, and a mind to think.”
When they parted ways, the priest thought hard.