Today is September 11. It was my mother-in-law’s birthday. We felt bad for her that her special day had been tarnished.
And on this September 11 we have lots of bad news in the news unrelated to terrorism. Two devastating hurricanes, a massive earthquake, fires still burning over much of the western United States, and the ominous threat of what Kim Jong Un might do next in North Korea.
Not to make light of any of this, but I’ve run across a light-hearted story that illustrates something important to keep in mind in times like these. God has a way of bringing good out of things that appear to us to be irredeemably bad.
It seems a visiting priest was attending a men’s breakfast in Ohio farm country. He asked an older farmer if he would say grace. The prayer began like this:
“O Lord, I hate buttermilk!”
The priest opened one eye and wondered where this was going.
The farmer continued, “And Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the priest was worried.
“And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.”
The priest was ready to stop the clearly senile old man before he could go any further. Fortunately, he didn’t. Because here is the rest of the prayer:
“But Lord, when you mix ’em all together and bake ’em up, I do love fresh buttermilk biscuits. So Lord, when things comes up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when the news is bad, when we don’t understand what you are sayin’ to us, we just need to relax and wait ’till you’re done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin’ even better than biscuits. Amen.”