It happened again yesterday.

             The phone rings:  "Your eggs are bad and I threw them out."

             Us:  "What was wrong with them?"

             Her:  "The yolks were orange."

             Us:  "That indicates they're really healthy."

             Her:  "What are you feeding them that would make them all bloody like this?"

             Us:  "Ma'am, they aren't bloody.  Dark yolks indicate a vibrant diet of grasses and bugs and worms; things birds like to eat."

             Her:  "I told the folks at the store that your eggs were bad."

             Us:  "Ma'am, they aren't bad."

             Her:  "I can't research this because I'm afraid of 5G."

             Us:  "Please come and visit the farm when you can.  If you meet the hens it might be helpful for you."

             Folks, I'm not making this up.  These kinds of conversations happen more often than you can imagine.  The level of ignorance in our culture becomes more obvious as people venture beyond their routine.  Millions of people are questioning orthodoxy.

             The route to skepticism comes from varying places.  Empty store shelves.  Bill Gates' dubious agendas.  Vaccine concerns.  Trillions of dollars created ex nihilo.  Mortality rates that empirically question a pandemic.  Cuomo's 15,000 nursing home murders.  Boys on girls' high school soccer teams.  A lot is going on that makes people want to jump ship in thought and practice.  Like "Beam me up Scottie, there's no intelligent life down here."

             Some of these refugees land on our eggs.  Without an understanding of a whole system, though, these newcomers are fleeing from something but don't know what they're fleeing to.  It's like buying canning jars before you pick a garden spot.  Fleeing in and of itself is not enough; you must have a destination in mind.

             At some point, you need to embrace more than one spot on an unknown refuge.  You need to know more about this new place, how it operates, new principles, new people.  You need to know that pastured eggs have dark orange yolks; that comes with the territory.

             We do not denigrate these kinds of calls.  We honor them as part of the process and welcome whatever created the flight from factory farming.  Embracing a new system changes everything:  the place, the personnel, the perception, and yes, the yolk color.  It's what healing looks like.  Yes, when you look at healing, it might be shocking.  After all, we don't see it much in our culture these days.  But it's in unconventional places and can be brought into your kitchen if you're finding refuge in the right places.

             What's your favorite way to showcase orange yolked eggs?