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The Wisdom Of Barnyard Bruke: "Democrat Time is Upon Us!"

Greetings to everyone in western Illinois.

I'm a hope'n everyone is enjoy'n this warmer spring like weather we are a have'n. It being March and all, we know conditions can change in short order.

Those of you'ns who are calving probably don't take to the mud and all. It's shore enough a fright try'n to get the job done without any calf and/or cow fatalities. Best wishes as you tackle the problem.

I'm a write'n this before the clocks "spring forward".

I remember a man who never missed church until the politicians began mess'n with the clocks, a way back when. He figured with livestock chores and milkin' cows he had ever thing adjusted to, "God's Time".

When the clocks were moved forward by the politicians years ago he quit going to church until the clocks were moved back to, "God's Time".

He was not going to adjust his chores, milk'n, and eat'n schedule to, "Democrat Time", as he called it.

He even specified to be buried at such and such a time on, "God's Time".

It might seem odd to us today, see'n as how we're so used to march'n step-in-line to big government's every whim and odd-ball notion.

But those fellers, years ago, were not as prone to fall in line to silly political notions.

Speak'n of church, there's a poem I'd like to share with you. It's called-

It Isn't the Church-It's You

If'n you want to have the kind of a church

Like the kind of a church you like,

You needn't slip your clothes in a grip

And start on a long, long hike

You'll only find what you left behind,

For there's nothing really new.

It's a knock at yourself when you knock your church,

It isn't the church - it's you.

When everything seems to be going wrong

And trouble is everywhere brewing,

When brother blames brother and love seems gone

And your thoughts are constantly stewing;

Just take a look at yourself and say,

"What is it that I can do?

Have I done my part to place peace in the hearts?"

For it isn't the church-it's you.

It's really strange sometimes, don't you know,

That things go as well as they do.

When we think of the little - the very small mite

We add to the work of the few.

We sit, and stand "round, and complain of what's done,

And do very little but fuss.

Are we bearing our share of the burdens to bear?

It isn't the church-it's us.

So, if'n you want to have the kind of a church

Like the kind of a church you like,

Put off your guile and put on your best smile,

And hike my brother, just hike,

To the work in hand that has to be done-

The work of saving a few.

It isn't the church that is wrong, my boy;

It isn't the church-it's you.

There you have it then, a powerful lot of reflection in that poem.

I'd guess a feller might say it best this way:

It matters not what lies behind us-nor matters what lies before us-what does matter is what lies within us.

Keep on Smile'n

Catch ya Later

Barnyard Bruke