I have a little book

I have a little book, somewhere lost in the piles of books in my office, called “Lord, Thanks for

the Biscuits.” It is written by an acquaintance. He was actually a teacher at the Bible school that

my wife and I attended. Years ago he spoke here at the church. My wife and I were able to

spend some quality time with him and his wife; but it has been many, many years since we have

had contact with them. The book is just a small little book, but it originates from a very

humorous story that illustrates an incredible spiritual truth. He was raised on a farm with ten

brothers and sisters. He talks about all the food they made and these incredible buttermilk

biscuits that his mother would make. They would eat them with ribbon cane syrup. He went

through all of this detail about taking a hot biscuit and poking a hole in it and pouring that syrup

in the hole. He said, “You can imagine with ten children around the table, the food just vanished

very quickly; and there would always be that last biscuit left on the plate, and every child around

the table wanted that biscuit.” He said, “I was the youngest at the table, but I knew how to get

the biscuit.” He would say, “Father?” Dad would look at him down the table and say, ‘What,

son?’” He would say, “Thank you for the biscuit!” He said his dad would just nod, and they

would have to pick the biscuit up, and every child, with a frown on his face, would pass it all the

way down the table until the youngster got it. He said, “I learned the secret. I thanked my father

in advance.”