Something showed up at this year's Super Bowl rarely seen within that context: a sermon. No, I'm not talking about any after-game sideline ten-second testimonies or some new form of Tebowing, but rather an ad that stood out above the rest, if not in style, certainly in substance. The two-minute commercial seemed more of a tribute than an advertisement. The soundtrack was excerpted from a speech that Paul Harvey, the late and beloved radio personality, gave at the 1978 Future Farmers of America convention.

With Harvey's unmistakable oratorical style of dramatic pauses and quirky intonations, the words of this ad targeted an often overlooked but much-needed profession, that of the farmer. In the span of two minutes, viewers were pulled out of the Super Bowl dream and into the rough and real world of farmers and farming. Instead of obsessing over which team would carry the Lombardi Trophy home, we were invited instead to consider some human qualities that matter most in life.

Since the first six days of Creation in Genesis all deal with God creating things that can be seen, perhaps if there really had been an "eighth day" of Creation it would have been devoted to things internal. After all, it does seems that after God made the heavens, the earth, and mankind, he has spent all of time since shining the light on things both internal and eternal, and calling man back to his holiness and wholeness. Harvey's portrait of the Faithful Farmer shone a needed light on similar things.

Amidst an evening of focusing on the externals at the Super Bowl—the play calls and quarters and first downs and half-time shows—Harvey's message struck another note altogether. The tribute focused on some of the finest qualities portrayed in the life of a faithful farmer. Harvey brings out sort of his own Beatitudes of a Faithful Farmer, insights we would do well to reconsider. Here are some of the words from Harvey's tribute and the values they convey in beatitude form:

Paul Harvey: "And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said I need a caretaker—So God made a Farmer. God said I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk the cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board—So God made a Farmer."

In other words ... Blessed are the diligent.

PH: "I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to await lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon, and mean it—so God made a Farmer."

Blessed are those who use their strengths for the good of others.

PH: "God said I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say maybe next year."

Blessed are those who care enough to cry and, then, to try again.

PH: "I need somebody who can shape an axe handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks, and shoe straps, who at planting time and harvest season will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, will put in another seventy-two hours—So God made a Farmer."