Biscuits and Blessings
A story is told about a preacher who had just arrived in town. On his first Sunday at his new church, he asked his head deacon to open the service with prayer.The deacon stood up, and somewhat hesitantly began his prayer like this. “Lord, you know I HATE buttermilk.” He paused, wiping his hands, damp with nervous perspiration, on his trousers.He continued on. “And Lord, you ...
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