Does it seem that more and more physicians are running their practice like an assembly line? Here’s what happened to Buford: Buford walked into a doctor’s office and the receptionist asked him what he had. Buford said, “Shingles”. So she wrote down his name, address, medical insurance number and told him to have a seat.

Fifteen minutes later a nurse’s aid came out and asked Buford what he had. Buford said, “Shingles”. So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told Buford to wait in the examining room.

A half hour later, a nurse came in and asked Buford what he had. Buford said, “Shingles”. So she gave Buford a blood test, a blood pressure test, and an electrocardiogram, told Buford to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor.

An hour later the doctor came in and asked Buford what he had. Buford said, “Shingles”. The doctor asked, “Where?”

Buford said, “Outside on the truck. Where do you want them?”

After starting a new diet, I altered my drive to work to avoid passing my favorite bakery. I accidentally dove by the bakery this morning, and there in the window were a host of goodies.

I felt this was no accident, so I prayed, “Lord, it’s up to you. If you want me to have any of those delicious goodies, create a parking place for me directly in front of the bakery.”

And sure enough, God answered my prayer.

On the eighth time around the block, there it was!