Making Biscuits
Dr. Mike Murphy Each Sunday morning, at his small southern church, the pastor would call on one of his deacons to lead the service in an opening prayer. This Sunday was no different, he called on his oldest deacon, Bruce, as the service began. Bruce slowly rose, bowed his head, and began to speak. “Lord, you know how much I hate buttermilk.” On hearing these words, the pastor opened one eye to glance at Bruce, wondering to himself just where all this was going. And then, with a slow southern drawl, the pastor heard Bruce continue. “And Lord, you know …