Rodney passed a basket of ham biscuits his mother had sent. “Let’s bless these ham biscuits, boys,” he said, and launched into a prayer covering world hunger, food stamps, stray animals, firewood, the Baptist Conference, Little Mitford Creek, Big Mitford Creek, the sick, the unsaved, an unwelcome forecast for more snow, the town council’s decision on sidewalks for Lilac road, the president, the Congress, the Senate, the House of Representatives, and the local fire and police departments.
“Amen!” said Homeless. “That ought t’ last me ’till this time next year.”
-Jan Karon, At Home in Mitford