Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Summer Stories for Our Souls . . .




A friend of mine took his small son with him to town one day to run some errands. When lunch time arrived, the two of them went to a familiar diner for a sandwich. The father sat down on one of the stools at the counter and lifted the boy up to the seat beside him. They ordered lunch, and when the waiter brought the food, the father said, "Son, we'll just have a silent prayer." Dad got through praying first and waited for the boy to finish his prayer, but he just sat with his head bowed for an unusually long time. When he finally looked up, his father asked him, "What in the world were you praying about all that time?" With the innocence and honesty of a child, he replied, "How do I know? It was a silent prayer."  (Author Unknown)


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, indeed honey,” he said, “God made you just a little while ago.”
Feeling their respective faces again, she observed,
“Ya know Grandpa, I think God is getting better at it.”
(Author Unknown)


The Chicken and the Pig were passing a church on a country road, where they saw a sign reading “Charity meals for the poor, please contribute.” Says the Chicken to the Pig “Sounds like a worthy cause, let’s contribute a ham-and-egg breakfast.” Responds the Pig, thoughtfully, “Madam, for you that would be contribution, for me a total commitment.” (Author Unknown)


With Christmas coming, Grandma was out shopping for gifts for her grandchildren.  While she was at the toy store going through her list and carefully selecting gifts, she noticed a small homerless girl outside wistfully looking into the store.  Grandma’s heart went out to this little girl.  She invited her into the store and asked her to pick out a gift for herself.  As they walked out of the store, the little girl held Grandma’s hand and looked into her kind eyes and asked, “Are you God?”

Grandma, somewhat embarrassed and somewhat touched, said, “No, my dear, I am not God.”  “Then who are you?” continued the little girl.  Grandma thought for a moment and said, “I am a child of God.” 

The little girl, fully satisfied and smiling, said, “I knew there was a connection.”
(Author Unknown)
 

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