Musing of a Country Preacher
(A little fun)

Attendance at worship last Sunday was a might poorly. I don’t reckon I’d ought to grumble because I had a bunch of sick members; and when you add to that all my shut-ins, we don’t have a site of pew fillers. So, I went ahead and preached to what I had. The only thing was the echo of the near empty church building hurt my ears.
My wife said I needed to get out, ride for a while and let the fresh air clear my head. It makes me feel real good inside. What I saw made me rejoice; I saw miracle after miracle!
Old Hezekiah, who had been deathly sick that morning was roused up and riding down the highway with his fishing poles. Nothing but a miracle could have rescued him from the jaws of death in such a short time.
So, there was Rufus. His brother told me Sunday morning his brothers back was in such foul shape they were afraid an operation was gonna be necessary. Well, we remembered him in our prayer, and lo and behold at 2 o’clock there he was at the driving range hitting golf balls. If that wasn’t a quick recovery, then I don’t know what is.
All told, about twenty of my sick folks had roused up and were taking nourishment in some form or other. But what made me really happy was to see so many of my shut-ins out riding around and enjoying the world.
Hezekiah who don’t attend worship “cause he can’t stand crowds” was headed for the baseball game. Sister Nell’s mama who can’t come on account of her kidneys stood in line for two hours to get into the movie theater. Yes Sir, it sure thrilled my heart to see what I saw! I ought to have a packed house next Sunday with all my sick folks healed and my shut-in set free. I just hope they don’t overdo themselves and have a relapse before next Sunday. I gotta go now and play with my smartest young’un. He’s gonna be a farmer, and I’m gonna be the goat. Tin cans will be easy to eat after what I’ve swallowed.

Hope to see you in Church on Sunday.

Robert Bryant