“I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten—
the great locust and the young locust,
the other locusts and the locust swarm—
my great army that I sent among you.
You will have plenty to eat, until you are full,
and you will praise the name of the Lord your God,
who has worked wonders for you;
never again will my people be shamed.”
Joel 2:25-26 (NIV)
I recall drought conditions on the farm as a boy. It was my grandmother’s farm—about 150 miles north of Toronto. The land was poor, and a farmer could only scratch out a meager living under the best of conditions.
The year I refer to—had a hot dry summer—with grasshoppers like a plague from the book of Exodus. Driving the car down the road was interesting as the tires slipped on the bodies of thousands of grasshoppers as though the car was driving on ice. They flew in clouds and the air was noisy with their sounds. They covered everything. Any crops that were able to survive with little rain were quickly consumed by the insects.