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Years ago, I was a big city boy preaching in a small country town. I wanted to learn everything "country" so that I could fit in. As I was searching for Widow Jones' farm, I got lost on the back roads. I saw a farmer walking into his barn so I stopped for directions.
He was just beginning to milk his cow but took time out to tell me how to get to the Jones' farm. "By the way, " I asked, "Do you know what time it is?"
He leaned in to the udder of the cow and said, "12:30."
I started to leave but I just HAD to know. I told him, "Hey, I've just moved from the city and I really want to know the ways of the country. How could
you tell what time it was?"
"Sit right here on this stool, son." I did.
"Now, grab hold of that udder." I did. (Before this, my closest experience to this was grabbing a milk carton).
"Now lean into the cow and lift up on the udder." I did.
"Lean over and look right over there on that wall. See that's a clock. When the little hand is on the 12..."
He was just beginning to milk his cow but took time out to tell me how to get to the Jones' farm. "By the way, " I asked, "Do you know what time it is?"
He leaned in to the udder of the cow and said, "12:30."
I started to leave but I just HAD to know. I told him, "Hey, I've just moved from the city and I really want to know the ways of the country. How could
you tell what time it was?"
"Sit right here on this stool, son." I did.
"Now, grab hold of that udder." I did. (Before this, my closest experience to this was grabbing a milk carton).
"Now lean into the cow and lift up on the udder." I did.
"Lean over and look right over there on that wall. See that's a clock. When the little hand is on the 12..."
