By Pastor Nancy Rieke, Our Saviors Lutheran Church
An old farmer sat on the steps of his small shack down south, chewing on a piece of straw. He was approached by a passing stranger who was looking for a cool drink of water. Wishing to start a conversation with the farmer, the stranger asked, 'How is your cotton crop coming this year?'
'I ain’t got none,' replied the farmer.
'Didn’t you plant any?' a…