It’s almost Super Bowl time and Ram Trucks has just released an extended version of the extremely popular "Farmer" commercial from last year. This extended version features an additional 40 seconds of Paul
Harvey’s iconic speech from the 1978 Farmers of America Convention.
This video will not disappoint!
Now I may not be a "farmer" by career choice, but being raised by farmers and being involved in agriculture daily sure makes me thank God that he made farmers.
And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker”.
So God made a farmer.
God
said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all
day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and
stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.
So, God made a
farmer.
I
need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet
gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame
cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch
until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling
them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it.
So, God made a farmer.
God
said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a
hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe
scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his
forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put
in another seventy two 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 on 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, heave bails and yet
gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed
pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg
of a meadow lark.
So, God made a farmer.
It had
to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners.
Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and
plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the
self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to
church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds
of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling
eyes, when his son (or daughter) says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad
does”.
