A priest was attending a men’s breakfast. He asked one of the older farmers in attendance to say the prayer that morning. The farmer began, “Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The priest opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.
Then the farmer said, “Lord, I hate lard.” Now the priest was worried.
But the farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw flour. ”
As the priest was about to stop everything, the farmer continued, “But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bakes ‘em up, I do love me 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 ‘til You are done fixin’ and probably it will be something even better than biscuits.”
Amen.
