On the eighth day, God looked down on His “Planned Paradise” and said, I need a caretaker. So God made a farmer.

God said, I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a school board meeting.

So God made a farmer.

God said, I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, make harness out of haywire, feed sacks, and shoe scraps. Somebody who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon, and then, with a back aching from ‘tractor work,’ put in another 72 hours.

So God made a farmer.

God said, I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs, wean pigs, and tend to pink-combed pullets. Somebody who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadowlark.

So God made a farmer.

It had to be somebody who knew how to plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to weed, feed, breed, rake, disc, plow, plant, tie the fleece, and strain the milk. Somebody who would bind a family together with the strong, soft bonds of sharing, who would smile with pride when his son says he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does.

So God made a farmer.

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This is what America used to hear in the morning on AM radio as moms and grandmas prepared to face another day.

My grandfather was everything this message embodies. Each of you likely has someone in your family history who could proudly say the same.

Today, in the United States, less than 2% of our citizens can say that God made them a farmer.

I have traveled across the world and throughout the U.S. to bring back the truth and spirit of what once was.

My grandfather had a dirt road, a two-party phone line, an AM radio, and people who drove hundreds of miles just to seek his wisdom and advice.

Today, my family will begin to tell you the story of what it truly means when Paul Harvey once told a nation, “And God Made a Farmer,” and a nation listened.

I Am Texas Slim, are you?