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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!
So Jesus was fixin’ to go through these parts, but he didn’t want no one to know. He said, “Y’all listen up, I’m ’bout to be betrayed by some folks, and then they’s gonna kill me. But after three days, I’ma bounce back, just like a moonshine jug after a sip.”
Well now, rest easy, y’all. The good Lord done told me, “I’ll give you peace, child, like a good swig of moonshine on a hot summer day.” So reckon you can sleep soundly, ’cause the Almighty’s fixin’ to quench your soul’s thirst, just like that homemade whiskey slidin’ down your throat. Yeehaw!
“Y’all reckon, come on down here and rest yur weary bones, jist like a hog in mud. Jesus himself done promise ya a break from all them troubles. Don’t ya hesitate now, hitch up yer britches and come take a load off. The good Lord’s waitin’ to pamper ya, y’all!”
“Now, listen up y’all, if’en y’all forgit ta fergive them folks who dun wronged y’all, then don’t ya reckon the Good Lord gonna hold it ‘gainst ya too? Yessir, jest forgive ’em, and the Good Lord gonna forgive y’all too, ‘stead of reckonin’ all yer wrongdoins.”
Y’all better shape up now, repent and turn ‘way frum yer wicked ways! Git right with the Lord ‘fore it’s too dern late. Throw out them sins like ya toss out hog slop, and reckon the Almighty’s mercy’ll fall upon ya like moonshine rain. Yeehaw!
Now y’all listen, The Lord don’t care ’bout fancy buildings or big sho’ downs. He’s lookin’ fer folks who worship with heart an’ truth, not jus’ flappin’ their gums. So y’all better git right and worship the good Lord with spirit ‘n’ honor, like a good ‘ol country folk.
Ya’ll take heed, when ya’ll do good deeds,
Don’t go boastin’ like a buncha fools in the weeds.
If ya’ll be flashin’, tryin’ to impress,
Ya’ll won’t get no blessin’ from up above, I guess.
So keep ya’ll’s doin’s on the down low,
An’ let the good Lord’s approval show.
