Wednesday, March 6, 2013

So God Made A FArmer

So God Made a Farmer

And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a
caretaker.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the
field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the township board.” So God made a farmer.

“I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to cradle his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait for lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure to come back real soon and mean it.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year,’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse, who can fix a harness with hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours.” So God made a farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to help a newborn calf begin to suckle and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower in an instant to avoid the nest of meadowlarks.”

It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, brake, disk, plow, plant, strain the milk, replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with an eight mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his family says that they are proud of what Dad does. “So God made a farmer.”

Paul Harvey


  1. Love it. :-)


  2. Very good! O Wise One, indeed!

  3. I loved Paul Harvey, such a wonderful right to the point man.

    Yes, God Made A Farmer!!!

    This country needs to understand, if it wasn't for the Farmers we wouldn't of had food.
    The Farmers helped make this country.

  4. What a beautiful tribute to your Farmer.. My grandparents were Paul Harvey sort of farmers.. God bless their souls.. Thru them, I was able to glimpse the Grace & Love of Life..thru the eyes of a farmer.. While Im not a farmer in the true sense.. I am in Spirit..
    Thanks so much for sharing this..

    Love your photos too.. love the peach, plum, or whatever blossoms and looks like you've got a great stand of asparagus there too. Yum!

  5. I love this. Thanks for sharing.

  6. Wonderful tribute to your farmer and lovely photos ! My parents were hard working farmers as well and I had my chores to on the farm . I remember getting up at 4am to help dad with the live stock and then having breakfast and then going to school after . Weekends same thing only no school . When I was off school for the summers I helped mum in the gardens and my dad with live stock and chores ! Hard work but well worth it all ! Here's to the Farmer !

  7. I love it and it's so very true.

    Many people do not realize what farmers give and should never complain with their mouth full.

  8. I had never heard this before. Love it! Loved to listen to Paul Harvey too.

  9. Well now I have started my day off with wet teary cheeks. Do you know where I can find me one of them Farmers? Wonderful post.

  10. I had seen a video of this on youtube. People should understand most of the US farm fields these days are not tended by farmers, but the Walmarts of the farming industry, big conglomerates that could care less about quality and health. And that's not a farmer.

  11. I miss Paul Harvey. When I saw the Superbowl commercial with his voiceover of this, I almost cried. I love that you took it and made it your own with your own pictures. That's right...God made a farmer and GOD BLESS FARMERS.


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