On The Farm
A stalwart Vermont farmer bought some land that was just as it had been before the Pilgrims landed.
He dug up hundreds of stones and built a fence, cut down trees to create a clearing, built a house and a small barn, cleared land for a pasture, dug a well, and over several years just generally worked his fingers to the bone in creating a small, neat, productive farm.
Eventually his pastor came out for a visit and marveled rather fulsomely, and at great length, commenting of all that he and God had done together.
"Eh," the farmer said dubiously. "You should of seen the place when God ran it on his own."