The City Boy!
Years ago, a young man from the big city was preaching in a small country town. He wanted to learn everything “country” so that he could fit in. As he searched for “Widow Jones’” farm, he got lost on the back roads. The he saw a farmer walking into his barn so he stopped for directions.
The farmer was just beginning to milk his cow but took time out to tell the preacher how to get to the Jones’ farm. “By the way,” the city boy/preacher asked, “Do you know what time it is?” so the farmer leaned in to the udder of the cow and said, “12:30.”
The preacher started to leave but he just HAD to know something. He said to him, “Hey, I’ve just moved from the city and I really want to know the ways of the country. Just how could you tell what time it was?”
“Sit right here on this stool, son.” So the preacher did.
“Now, grab hold of that udder.” And he did. (Before this, his closest experience to milking was grabbing a milk carton).
“Now lean into the cow and lift up on the udder.” So he did.
“Lean over and look right over there on that wall. See that’s a clock. When the little hand is on the 12...”