Dairy Cows

When I was about fourteen years old, my dad took me to work every Saturday in Churchville, Maryland.  I worked for an old lady who had a fifty-acre estate.  I worked every Saturday while in school and forty hours a week in the summer.  She paid me twenty dollars a day.  Good money for a teenager back then.  On the way to work, we passed a dairy farm of Holstein dairy cows.  The farmer had acreage on both sides of the little country road.  The cows grazed in a large field on one side of the road and were milked on the other side of the road.  Occasionally, on the way home, we would have to wait for the cows as they crossed the road.  About milking time, the cows would gather near the gate in the field.  The farmer would open the barnyard gate, cross the road, and then open the field gate.  The cows would calmly go through the gate, walk across the road, and walk into the barnyard lot near the milking parlor.  But that’s not all.  The cows knew which of the three herds that they were in.  When the farmer opened the barn door to the milking parlor, only herd “A” cows would walk into the milking parlor and each cow knew exactly which one of the forty stalls to go to!  When they were finished being milked, they would exit another door and the next forty cows in herd “B” would come in to be milked!  Each cow knew her herd and each cow knew her stall.  Each cow knew when and where to be, and each cow knew when to come in and go out.  Paul said in I Corinthians 14:40, “Let all things be done decently and in order.”  If cows can be calm and orderly, why can’t we humans be calm and orderly?  I think we need to visit the farm in Churchville, Maryland, don’t you?!