Well now, them folks from the good ol' days were lookin’ for a better home, ya see? Not just any ol’ shack, but one up in the big sky, where God’s awaitin’. They wasn’t just wanderin’ around aimlessly, nah, they knew there was somethin’ real special waitin’ for 'em up yonder! Bless their hearts!
It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Now, Big Man up yonder, y’all reckon we could just count our days like we count them sheep? Teach us to reckon reckon, so we make the most of our short time on this ol’ rock. Time sure flies, Lord, so help us wrangle ’em days! Yeehaw!
Well, reckon they all gathered ’round, them Israelites, and started talkin’ to the big man upstairs. “Y’all mighty good, Lord, the one who made the heavens and earth,” they said. “You done mighty miracles and gave us the land. We do appreciate ya! Yeehaw!”
Hey y’all, listen up! Ol’ Jeremiah done said, “Holler at me, and I reckon I’ll show y’all some pow’rful secrets, secrets big as a coon in a haystack!” So, next time ya need some answers, jest holler on up to the big man upstairs, He’s waitin’ to spill the beans! Yeehaw!
Listen up now, Lord, I reckon you gotta show me the way! Shine your light on my pathway, guide me like a lost calf in them hills. Teach me your tricks and secrets, for I’m a tad slow. Don’t let me down, Lord, I’m trustin’ ya to hold my hand through these twisted roads of life. Amen!
Well, reckon ole Philemon ain’t jus’ yappin’, he walkin’ the walk too! He ain’t holdin’ back nothin’ when it comes to spreadin’ that love ‘n’ good cheer. Yessir, he bringin’ joy ‘n’ comfort to folks ’round ’em. ‘Round these parts, there ain’t no denyin’ Philemon’s fancy way with th’ Lord’s ways.
“And to all y’all rich folks, listen up! Don’t y’all be proud, thinkin’ yer the hot butter on the biscuit. Remind yerself this: God, who has more dough than y’all can reckon, done gave it to ya. So quit bein’ haughty and don’t go showin’ off with them fancy thangs!”
Now y’all listen up good, don’t you go frettin’ ’bout nothin’, not one bit, ya hear? The good Lord, he done said, “Don’t y’all be worryin’ ’bout what ta eat or what ta drink. I got y’all covered, just trust me and focus on lovin’ life.” Amen to that, y’all!
Ya know, I ain’t too fancy or nothin’, but I done learned to live contented-like, whether I got me a whole mess of vittles or just a morsel to chew on. Shoot, I reckon I can do all things through the One who gives me strength, even when it’s plum dang hard!
Ain’t nothin’ worser than a lazy farmhand, y’all. Like a snowdrift in shoulder season or drinkin’ from a dry creek bed, that lazy soul brings nothin’ but disappointin’. Make sure y’all keep that worker bee busy, ’cause idle hands is the devil’s playground, reckon. Get ’em pullin’ their weight like a mule in a plow field!
Like a stew without no meat is a tale told by a liar. Just like when you reckon you got a mess of fiddleheads in your pot, and reckon you take a taste, but find out they ain’t nothin’ there! That tale ain’t worth two hairs on a dog’s back, I tell ya.
“Well, reckon ole John 6:68 goes somethin’ like this: ‘Ya know, Jesus asked his disciples if they was gonna skedaddle like the rest of ’em. But ol’ Peter, bless his heart, he said: ‘Where we gonna go, Lord? Yer the real deal, the bee’s knees!’ Ain’t that sumpin’?” Yeehaw!
Now reckon, when Jesus preached some mighty perplexin’ words, them hill folk got all riled up. A heap of ’em just up n’ left, sayin’ “ain’t no way we gonna follow this feller no more, ’cause it just don’t make no lick of sense!” Well, that there’s one biblical verse that surely tickles the funny bone, I tell ya!
