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Posted on 11/23/2012 4:53:26 AM PST by trussell
The preacher who had too much fried chicken
Posted by Bob Rogers .
As Thanksgiving comes and goes, most of us will feast on turkey, ham and many other wonderful foods. But you can get too much of a good thing even fried chicken. Fried chicken is so popular at church meals in the South, that some people call it gospel bird. But Dan Spencer from Thomasville, Georgia, tells about a preacher who had too much gospel bird. I dont know if this story is true or not, but it makes a good point.
This particular minister was preaching a week-long series of revival sermons. Each day, he was invited to eat at the home of a different member of the congregation. And every day, they served the same thing fried chicken. Most preachers like fried chicken, but not this man, which only made matters worse. Finally, he came to the last meal of the week, and when he sat down to eat, he looked and saw in front of him the same dish: fried chicken. The lady of the house asked the visiting preacher to ask Gods blessing on the meal, and this is what he prayed:
Lord, I have it hot
and Ive had it cold
Ive had it young
and Ive had it old
Ive had it tender
and Ive had it tough.
And thank you, Lord,
Ive had enough!
(Excerpt) Read more at bobrogers.me ...
I know ! Got myself all excited to read a good story...
You know, people put Vanity in their headlines.
Be nice if the put in “blog tease” as the same type of warning.
What do y’all have against blogs? The rest of the entry is worth reading and the preacher’s story... well, I have emailed it to my preacher.
This reminded me of a story of middle America, from way back when.
A respectable family had a young daughter with a mild digestive problem, making it difficult for her to gain weight. So their doctor recommended a rich diet, supplemented with a large bottle of beer each day after school.
This particular day, her mother was planning to host a dinner for the fiery young new preacher at their church, who was making “dinner rounds” to get to know the families in his parish. She was trying very hard to make a good impression, so had cleaned and fancied up the whole house just for that, yet was still on pins and needles.
Because of the hubbub and fuss, the father was content to remain at work, at least until dinnertime.
The preacher was prompt, and his reputation preceded him, as a well spoken, enthusiastic, captivating and engaging personality. For the mother, time just flew by speaking to him.
After school let out, the daughter came home, entering through the kitchen door in back, then changed out of her good school clothes into her somewhat ragged looking work clothes to do her chores in the kitchen. But first thing she always did after school was for her to get her bottle of beer.
To get to the icebox, she had to stand on the lid of a large bucket of lard, and did so, recovering her bottle, then opening it with an opener on the side of the box.
And then things went wrong.
To start with, the lid on the lard bucket slipped, and she dropped feet first into a foot and a half of liquid lard. On the way down she hit a shelf, knocking off a canister of flour onto her head, and bonked her nose, giving herself a nosebleed.
The crash was followed by her walking into the family room, wearing raggedy clothes, her lower legs covered in lard, a foaming bottle of beer in her hand, flour all over her head with blood streaming out of her nose.
Distraught at all of this, she let out a loud howl and bawl.
Just then, the mother realized that the chicken had been in the oven far too long, so she ran past the daughter, grabbed hot pads, pulled out the charcoal colored burning and smoking chicken, which she carried into the living room while likewise giving off a loud howl and bawl.
Then the father came home, took one look, and later said he seriously considered turning around and putting in some overtime at work that day.
Decades later, it was still one of the preacher’s favorite stories.
Hey gunner...you know I luv and respect you. We’ve known each other quite a while, is there really a reason for you to cast doubt on my post of my pastor’s blog post? If others want to follow the link to read the rest of the post, let them do it without negativity from the blog police.
Thank you so much for your positive feedback. My pastor would be happy to know someone enjoyed his blog post!
All I said is that it was unfortunate that it was excerpted.
What is the problem with it being excerpted? If someone goes to his site to finish reading, he gets to know how many people he has touched by his entry. It’s a very good story, with a very nice ending. He has some wonderful things posted at his blog site that I can’t post them all...visit his site and enjoy some of his other entries!
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