The Farmer's Grace

An out-of-town pastor had been invited to a men’s breakfast in the middle of a rural farming area, and found himself charmed by the company and atmosphere. Before they all dug into the hearty meal, the group's leader asked an older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, to say grace.

“Lord, I hate buttermilk,” the fellow began. The pastor opened an eye to glance at him, wondering where this might be going.

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

“And Lord, you know I don't much care for raw flour,” he went on, without missing a beat.

The pastor once again opened an eye to peer around the room, and noticed many of the other men shifting in their seats uncomfortably.

“But Lord,” the farmer added, “when you mix them all together and bake them, I do love them warm fresh biscuits.

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“So Lord, when things come up that we don't like, when life gets hard, when we don't understand what you're saying to us, help us to just relax and wait until you are done mixing and baking. It will probably be even better than biscuits. Amen.”

How about that for great, down-to-earth wisdom worth considering when it comes to complicated situations?

While we find ourselves in a mix-up of so many things we don't, like the farmer, ‘really care for’, as we pray, trust and believe surely—as surely as God is God—something good will result.

We can’t know when or how, but “we [do] know that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose” (Rom. 8:28).

The single guy, the centipede, and the church service

A single guy decided life would be more fun if he had a pet. So he went to the pet store and told the owner that he wanted to buy an unusual pet. After some discussion, he finally bought a talking centipede, which came in a little white box to use for his house.

He took the box back home, found a good spot for it, and decided he would start off by taking his new pet to church with him. So he turned to the centipede in the box.

"Would you like to go to church with me today? We will have a good time." But there was no answer from his new pet. This bothered him a bit, so he waited a few minutes and decided to try again.

"How about going to church with me and receive blessings?"

Again, no answer from his new friend and pet. So he waited a few minutes more, pondering the situation. He decided to invite the centipede one last time. He put his face smack up against the centipede's house.

"Hey, in there!” he yelled. “Would you like to go to church with me and learn about God?!?"

This time, a little voice hollered from the box.

"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME! I'M PUTTING MY SHOES ON!"


“A merry heart (laughter) does good like a medicine.
But a broken spirit dries the bones.” (Prov. 17:22)