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After a church service on Sunday morning,
a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided to become a minister
when I grow up." "That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"
"Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and
figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell, than to sit and listen." A 6-year-old was overheard reciting the Lord's Prayer at a church service: "And forgive us our trash passes, as we forgive those who passed trash against us." A boy was watching his father, a pastor, writing a sermon. " How do you know what to say?" he asked. "Why, God tells me." "Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?" A little girl became restless as the preacher's sermon dragged on and on. Finally, she leaned over to her mother and whispered, "Mommy, if we give him the money now, will he let us go?" After the christening of his baby brother in church, little Johnny sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That priest said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I want to stay with you guys!" Terri asked her Sunday school class to draw pictures of their
favourite bible stories. She was puzzled by Kyle's picture, which showed four people on an
airplane, so she asked him which story it was meant to represent. "The flight to
Egypt," said Kyle. "I see ... And that must be Mary, Joseph, and Baby
Jesus," Ms. Terri said. "But who's the fourth person?" The Sunday School Teacher asks, "Now, Johnny, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?" "No sir," little Johnny replies, "I don't have to. My Mom is a good cook." Pastor Dave Charlton tells us, "After a worship service at
First Baptist Church in Newcastle, Kentucky, a mother with a fidgety seven-year old boy
told me how she finally got her son to sit still and be quiet. About halfway through the
sermon, she leaned over and whispered, 'If you don't be quiet, Pastor Charlton is going to
lose his place and will have to start his sermon all over again!' A little girl was sitting on her grandfather's lap as he read her a
bedtime story. From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and reach up to
touch his wrinkled cheek. She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his again.
Finally she spoke up, "Grandpa, did God make you?" "Yes, sweetheart,"
he answered, "God made me a long time ago." "Oh," she paused,
"Grandpa, did God make me too?" "Yes, a little while ago." Feeling
their respective faces again, she observed, "God's getting better at it, isn't
he?" |