Al Quie left us.
But what Al Quie left us, remains.
This weekend, Minnesota remembers its former governor, congressman and neighbor who died in August, one month shy of his 100th birthday. He will lie in state in the Minnesota Capitol rotunda on Friday, and the weekend will be full of celebrations of the life he led and the lives he touched.
This is a story about one of those lives.
It was 1956 and Mishael Emilio Hernandez had moved his growing family from California to Minnesota to attend Luther Theological Seminary in St. Paul. One day, a dairy farmer from Rice County named Albert Quie approached him with a job offer.
Fifty miles south, Grace Lutheran Church in Nerstrand, Minn., needed an interim pastor.
A Norwegian enclave with a population of 228 in the 1950 census, Nerstrand sat on the rolling southern Minnesota prairie, surrounded by farmland. Mishael and Virginia Hernandez and their five small children would be the only Mexican Americans for miles in any direction.
Quie was head of his church's call committee. Grace Lutheran was a flock in need of a shepherd, he would later say. In Hernandez, still a student at the time, Quie saw a shepherd.