OK, to lighten up after the first post here's a tale told by a Texas Panhandle friend forty years ago.
When she was a child on the farm, the new minister of their church came to call on them. She and her father were standing in front of the farmhouse beside her father's cotton fields, and the minister remarked, "You and God sure do have a fine cotton field there, Mr. Jones.
Her father paused and observed, "Yes, but you shoulda seen it when He had it by Himself."
No comments:
Post a Comment