For a spell I thought I was called to preach and preach I did with a license from the Thackerville Baptist Church. I was young and zealous and full of fire- more fire than light, I'd say now.
Anyhow, everybody thought I should get some education, and Lord knows, I needed it. So, I packed up what little I owned (it fit in one big suitcase) and headed off to the Baptist college. I always loved books and reading, so in one way I was in my element. There was plenty of books and plenty of time to read. Trouble is, I'd get interested in something one of the professors said and start reading everything about it I could get my hands on and the rest of the class and the professor would take off and leave me behind. I learned a right smart, but not always what I was supposed to be learning.
There was a lot of preacher-boys like me at the college; some of them was smart and some was as dumb as a 'possum. Pretty much like life in general, I expect.
One day we was studying the life of King David in the Book of Samuel and there is this story there about how old crazy King Saul was envious of David and had reneged on his promise to give David his daughter's hand in marriage for killing the giant. To thicken the soup, King Saul told David he could have the girl if David brought him a hundred foreskins of the Philistines. You can read about this in I Samuel 18.
Now there was this country preacher-boy named Clovis from down around Gotebo, Oklahoma in the class. There was a right smart of 'possum about old Clovis. When he heard this story, his face kindly screwed up in a grimace and his shoulder started to jerk. Finally, he raised his big hand.
"Dr. Blackwell, " he said, to our old wizened professor, "I was jist wondering, did he have to kill them fellers to git them things?"
Old Dr. Blackwell, leaned back, drew breath, and with just the fuzz of a smile, said,
"Well, son, he'd have to kill me to get mine!"
I always loved old Dr. Blackwell and I don't know what ever happened to Clovis.