The Fat Rancher
Most of the time I never remember my dreams. When I do, I know they are from the Lord. Lately, the Lord has been reminding me of one I had several years ago, long before I began to serve as a chaplain. The scene appeared as almost a flat image like a Grandma Moses painting. A rancher stood behind a long table placed in front of a barn bulging with provisions. The rancher was obviously very prosperous. He wore an…