SOME MORE COUNTRY HUMOR

FRESH BISCUITS

You might have to be a country pastor, as I have been, to appreciate this story. 

SENT TO ME BY A FRIEND

A visiting minister was attending a men’s breakfast in farm county.  He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say the prayer that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began------

“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”

The minister opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.

Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”

Now the minister was overly 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 minister was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued,

“But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, I do love those fresh biscuits.  So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are saying to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘till you are done fixin’ and probably it will be something even better than fresh biscuits."
AMEN