08/06/2017
A visiting Pastor was attending a men’s breakfast in Farm County. He asked one of the impressive older farmers in
attendance to say grace that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began------
“Lord, I hate buttermilk. The Pastor opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going. Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.” Now the Pastor was worried. However without missing a beat, the farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.” Just as the Pastor was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued, “But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, they become the most wonderful fresh biscuits that I love. So Lord, when things come up that we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are sayin' to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘till You are done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin' even better than biscuits Amen."
