The Farmer’s Prayer

I was talking with a friend about the unusually difficult times we are experiencing. The Pandemic, political division, and moral decline dominated our conversation. My friend then shared a story with me that I had heard years ago, but certainly benefited from hearing again. Permit me to share the story:

    A pastor attended a community breakfast in the middle of a rural farming area of the county. An older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, was asked to say grace for the morning breakfast:     

“Lord, I hate buttermilk,” the farmer began. The visiting pastor opened one eye to glance at the farmer and wondered where this was going.

The farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.” Now the pastor was growing concerned.

Without missing a beat, the farmer continued, “And Lord, you know I don’t much care for raw white flour.”

The pastor once again opened an eye to glance around the room. He noticed others were feeling uncomfortable as well.

Then the farmer added, “But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em, I do love them warm, fresh biscuits. So, Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we don’t understand why this is happening, help us to just relax and wait until you are done with the mixing. It’ll probably be even better than them biscuits.   Amen.”

Within this prayer is great wisdom for all when it comes to complicated situations like we are experiencing in the world today.

~ Brother Roy

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