All spring long, beneath the rainless Texas sky, Catholic Bishop Michael Pfeifer could feel the people in his San Angelo diocese edge closer to God. When he drove west to his Midland churches, the dust from the parched fields swirled across the roads and banked in the ditches. He joked to fellow bishop Placido Rodriguez that he was sending his Lubbock territory down to San Angelo. But Pfeifer, like many others, was hearing echoes of the great Dust Bowl of the 1930s, and he knew that nature's stinginess would grip the souls of his farm and ranch people like nothing else....
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