Tough Chicken Soft Hearts

When I was a boy preacher this very humble and poor family invited me to eat with them one Sunday. It turned out that they had the toughest chicken that I had ever tried to eat. It was like chewing my shoe. I struggled and made it through the meal but it was not very easy. I later learned that they had no money to purchase a chicken so they had killed their only chicken, an old rooster and fried it like a young fryer. Before I left the man asked if he could lead us in a word of prayer. I learned later that his wife had never heard him pray in all of their life together. I still remember the prayer. Father you sure have been good to us to let this young man come to our home and give us the honor of fixing lunch for him. No body like him ever been in our house before God and we be real pleased that he come to our house and make us so happy by eating at our table. Now God you bless this boy and make him into a great preacher just as you made our table a great table today. I be praying this in your name. Amen
As I hugged them both and left the house I had to rub the tears away, maybe that had been a tough chicken but it sure came from some soft hearts and I was the one that was honored and blessed the most.
See why I never quiet, never stopped trying to do my best, how could I fail this couple?
Reprint from March 2011

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  1. Totally moved me!!!

    • Thanks; nice to hear from you


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