Gotta' say, there's a reason the Lord puts
ignorant people in the path of my husband rather than me. He's so much more graceful.
He was selling yummy corn this morning, which is a rare occurrence for him...but that's another story. Ah well, it's my blog, so I'll tell ya. He usually picks the corn and then we keep him here on the farm while the big kids sell it. See, he loves to chat. A lot. He may have a line of customers waiting and he'll be chatting with the first one in line. That's great for business...unless it's 117 degrees out and folks are in a hurry. But today, on a whim, he headed to town with a load of corn to sell, and I know it was a divine appointment.
So happens that the local rodeo is this weekend, and therefore, the rodeo stock contractor is in town. I don't know his name, but for the purposes of this conversation we'll call him Mr. I. "I" for
Mr. I bought a bag of corn, which apparently bought him the right to say whatever fluttered from his brain to his mouth. But it is a free country, right? The conversation began casually: weather, family, and the like, when it quickly turned ~
CJ: I've got 10 kids; 7 are adopted from China.
Mr. I: Why in the h... would you do that?
CJ: Well, sir, there are millions of children in China alone needing a family.
Mr. I: Well, adopting 7 won't make a difference.
CJ: Tell that to them.
Mr. I: Tell it to who?
CJ: My 7 children.
Mr. I: Tell it to the 3 you didn't adopt when they lose out.
CJ: Lose out on what?
Mr. I: Their inheritance.
CJ: What's an inheritance?
Mr. I: That's what it's all about.
CJ: Sir, my inheritance isn't on this earth.
So, it was a seed. Probably planted on rocky soil but nonetheless, it was a seed.
Maybe you'd be willing to join me in praying for Mr. I.
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:21