CowPi Journal

There is a little old Christian lady living next door to an atheist. Every morning the lady goes out onto her front porch and shouts, “Praise the Lord!”
The atheist yells back, “There is no God.”
She does this every morning with the same result.
As time goes on, the lady runs into financial difficulties and has trouble buying food. She goes out onto the porch and asks God for help with groceries, then says, “Praise the Lord.”
The next morning she goes out onto the porch and there are some groceries. Of course she shouts, “Praise the Lord!”
The atheist jumps out from behind a bush and says, “Ha! I bought those groceries—there is no God.”
The lady looks at him and smiles. She shouts, “Praise the Lord! Not only did You provide for me Lord, You made Satan pay for the groceries!!”

I received this story from a good friend who had a choice to make. She said I had a choice to make also. I have chosen. Now it is your turn to choose.
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive wrapping paper. Money was very tight, and he became very upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father Christmas morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”
The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner. “Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there is supposed to be something inside the package?”
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full!”
The father was crushed. He fell to his knees and put his arms around his little girl and begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is said that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had carefully stored it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our family, our friends, and God. There is no more precious possession anyone can hold.
You now have a choice to make. You can accept these precious gifts and share them, or you can deny they exist and leave the treasure of the Christmas box unopened for yet another year.
In this season of hope, my hope is that everyone I know and love will accept their Christmas box and will hold as sacred the treasures contained within.
Merry Christmas

Overheard in my high school’s lunch line yesterday:

He said: I don’t know why you wear a bra…not like you have anything.

She said: Well, you wear pants don’t you?

Poor lad, didn’t stand a chance after that.