One Sunday in a Midwest City a young child was "acting up"
during the morning worship hour. The parents did their best
to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing
the battle. Finally the father picked the little fellow up and
walked sternly up the aisle on his way out. Just before
reaching the safety of the foyer the little one called loudly to
the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!"
A daddy was listening to his child say his prayer "Dear Harold. "
At this, dad interrupted and said, "Wait a minute, How come
you called God, 'Harold'"?
The little boy looked up and said, "That's what they call Him
in church. You know the prayer we say,
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, Harold be Thy name. "
And this particular four-year-old prayed:
"And forgive us our trash baskets as
we forgive those who put trash in our baskets,"
During the minister's prayer one Sunday, there was a loud whistle
from one of the back pews. Gary's mother was horrified.
She pinched him into silence, and after church, asked:
"Gary, whatever made you do such a thing?"
Gary answered soberly: "I asked God to teach me to whistle...
And He did, just then!"
One night Mike's parents overheard this prayer:
"Now I lay me down to rest, and hope to pass tomorrow's test,
if I should die before I wake, that's one less test I have to take. "
A five-year-old said grace at family dinner one night.
"Dear God, thank you for these pancakes. "When he concluded,
his parents asked him why he thanked God for pancakes when
they were having chicken. He smiled and said,
"I thought I'd see if He was paying attention tonight. "
Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room.
After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had
thought it over and then said a prayer.
"Fine," said the pleased mother. "If you ask God to help you not
misbehave, He will help you."
"Oh, I didn't ask Him to help me not misbehave," said Johnny.
"I asked Him to help you put up with me."
A little boy was overheard praying:
"Lord, if You can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.
I'm having a real good time like I am. "
A little boy's prayer. "Dear God, please take care of my daddy
and my mommy and my sister and my brother and my doggy
and me. Oh, and please take care of yourself, God.
If anything happens to you, we're gonna be in a big mess."
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