A preacher in a remote Vermont parish had gone many years without a vacation an decided to finally take a week off and have the circuit preacher hold services for him the following Sunday. The Vermont people in this area were very standoff-ish and didn't warm up to outsiders. The new preacher arrived early that Sunday as he placed fresh flowers on the alter he noticed a man come in quietly and sit down in the middle of the church and began reading his bible. Still a good fifteen minutes until the service was to begin the preacher busied himself by distributing hymnals and dusting the pews. As the time came and pasted to start the service, no one else had arrived. The preacher was perplexed as to whether or not to proceed with the service since there was only one man in attendance. He decided to ask the man what his thoughts were. The man thought a minute and replied, "Well preacher if I were to load up my wagon with hay and drive all the way down to the pasture to feed my cows, and only one showed up, I'd feed her." This made perfect sense and the preacher went ahead with the powerful sermon he had prepared. There was hellfire, damnation and plenty of fists pounding for nearly an hour and a half. At the close of the sermon the preacher feeling proud of his fine sermon asked the parishioner what he thought about the service. The man thought a minute or two and said, "Well, if I was to load up my wagon with hay and drive all the way down to my pasture to feed my cows and only one showed up, I sure as hell wouldn't give her the whole load!"