Farmers that God Made – Paul Harvey’s description of the Type of Man America should Admire
In a day when the character of a man is highly suspect until proven otherwise, Paul Harvey reminds us of what this nation once stood for and actually had in spades – with its’ Farmers – these being the type of men that made this nation what it is today, a long time ago…
Compare this to the typical man or even family in the New Amerika today. Oh what a difference these two times and “fathers” today are! One can’t help notice the loss of civility today, even the literal loss of any “father” in most families now, as well. Simple reflection between then and now is enough to bring tears to the eyes of most…we’ve lost so much in a relatively short period of time now. This nation is on the sharp decline today, without question; what “we” ought to do is wake up & notice this difference and then seriously ask ourselves LOUDLY – and find this answer – the one question “Why?”
By sheer comparison today, we find ourselves severely lacking what Paul Harvey shows us is important – this type of awesome character we once found in most all male role models across this nation. But this is no more, mostly. In fact, today it seems the female has become the most responsible adult family member – in today’s messed up New Amerikan family! And if that doesn’t tend to make your blood boil – in deep sorrowful ways – due the many reasons this nation has now lost most every one of its’ proper male role models today – then it may be time to check your malfunctioning brain into some sort of a treatment center for a total “rewiring”? As they say, the first part of fixing any problem is just noticing that you’ve got the problem in the first place…
______________________________Paul Harvey’s Commentary________________________________
Dodge commercial features Paul Harvey’s commentary:
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 school board.”
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 with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out 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 the farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark.”
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . 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 son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. “So God made a farmer.”