1582) Saying Grace

     A visiting pastor was attending a men’s prayer breakfast in a Mississippi 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, I do love fresh biscuits.  So, Lord, when things come up we don’t like in our lives, 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.”

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Romans 8:28  —  We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Jeremiah 29:11-12  —  “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.”

Psalm 119:71  —  It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees.

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Help me, O Lord, to make a true use of all disappointments and calamities in this life, in such a way that they may unite my heart more closely with you.  Cause them to separate my affections from worldly things and inspire my soul with more vigor in the pursuit of true happiness.  Amen.  

–Susanna Wesley (1669-1742), mother of John and Charles Wesley and 17 other children

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