At work, my dad noticed that the name of an employee was the same as an old friend. He found the man's e-mail address and sent him a message.
When Dad received a reply, he was insulted and fired back another e-mail: "I've put on some weight, but is it so noticeable that you mention it first?"
His friend's hastily typed message, with an apparent typo, had read:
"Hi, Ron. I didn't know you worked here, but I did see a gut that looked like you in the cafeteria."
I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted paychecks!
RIP Mr. Peanut, you'll have an open casket - it will be ajar.
"If we close our minds to church history, we say in effect that the story of what GOD has done since that time means nothing to us."
- J. Philip Arthur
A tale is told about a small town that had historically been "dry," but then a local businessman decided to build a tavern.
A group of Christians from a local church were concerned and planned an all-night prayer meeting to ask God to intervene. It just so happened that shortly thereafter lightning struck the bar and it burned to the ground.
The owner of the bar sued the church, claiming that the prayers of the congregation were responsible, but the church hired a lawyer to argue in court that they were certainly not responsible.
The presiding judge, a man wiser than most, after his initial review of the case, stated that "no matter how this case comes out, one thing is obvious." When asked what that was, the judge said "that it is evident that the tavern owner believes in prayer and the Christians do not."
