In January 1860, a boy was born to a poor family in the mountains of Tennessee. He was one of thirteen children and could have easily have grown into a forgettable man.
In the summer of his twentieth year, the young man made a discovery. He walked the aisle at a local tent camp meeting and discovered the Source of joy and meaning in life. The same night he became a Christian, he was called to preach.
His preaching was not all fire and brimstone though. He was a brilliant storyteller and often made memorable points that way. For instance, he never thought becoming a Christian meant he would send the rest of his life fighting depression.
“My friend, if the devil can succeed in skimming the cream off of your religious experience, he will leave you with a bowl of clabber on your hands; and, as you rattle your bowl and eat clabber with a brass spoon, you will imagine, because nobody wants your clabber, that you are the only fellow in all this land of ours that has the real thing.
“Well, old boy, I don’t propose to eat clabber and drink skimmed milk when I can get cream at the same price. My, my! neighbor, why should I put clabber and skimmed milk on my strawberries when the waiter is standing by with a smile on his face and a pitcher of cream in his hand, saying, ‘Help yourself, there is plenty more'” (Bud Robinson in A Pitcher of Cream).