PUREST MOST AVERAGE things in life are the best.
In high school I had the opportunity to spend a week on a working dairy farm with a couple other high school kids from my church. Though it was a family operation it was a big dairy farm. The farm milked cows 24 hours a day. They had so many cows, that the stalls and corrals seemed endless.
The first night I was there we all sat around the kitchen table for dinner. As we sat down to eat the parents sent one of the kids to get some milk to drink for dinner. A few minutes later this little girl entered with a large pail of milk, about one and a half gallons of milk, they sent her out for more saying that one pail would not be enough. I was about 17, and I was thinking, “This is crazy, there are eight of us here eating dinner, and three of the eight are little kids,” so I spoke up and said that I thought one pail milk would certainly be enough. The parents had a good laugh and they sent the kid out for more milk. She soon arrived with a second pail and so we had about three gallons of milk for the eight people around the table.
Now, I don’t know if you have ever had ice cold milk taken literally minutes from a cow, but let me tell you, it tastes nothing at all like milk from the supermarket, nothing at all. To this day I have never had a glass of milk be even in the ball park to the milk I drank that night. We weren’t even halfway through dinner when the poor kid had to go out and get another pail of milk.
This was just regular, ordinary milk, but it was milk in its purest state, and we could not get enough of it. An average everyday thing can beat out the exotic when it is in a state of purity.