Yesterday I held the door open for a clown. Why? Because I just thought it was a nice jester.
When our son and his wife attended a conference in a distant state, we stayed with their two little boys for a week. Sleeping on a waterbed was a different experience for us. I realized just how different when I was awakened one night to hear my husband muttering in his sleep, “I’m seasick; oh, I’m so seasick.”
Driving home from church on Sunday, we asked our sons, 4 and 6, what they had learned in Sunday school that day. Without skipping a beat, our 4-year-old piped up, “Goliath is a HUUUUUGE pickle.”
Pretty sure the teacher must have used Veggie Tales to tell the story that day!
A Sunday school teacher decided to have her class memorize Psalm 23. One little boy was very excited about the task, but he struggled to learn it. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line. On the day the children were scheduled to recite the psalm in front of the congregation, he was very nervous.
When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said, “The Lord is my shepherd—and that’s all I need to know.”
Sign of the times:
As we sat around the campfire in the deepening dusk, my 7-year-old looked up from the marshmallow he was toasting to the brilliant Milky Way. In a voice full of awe, he said, “Wow, Mom, look at all those drones!”
My grandson asked how old I was. I told him I was 80. My grandson looked at me and then asked, “Did you start at 1?”
When my parents vacationed in Florida for the winter, they always attended a local Baptist church. One day after the service as people were leaving, a member of the congregation said to my dad, “Well, John, when are you going to become a member?” Another member who was right behind him mumbled, “It takes more than a sprinkle!”
Gerrie Fortuin Natelborg
Recently I told our 5-year-old granddaughter, “I love you so much that I just wish we could adopt you!” She asked me what that meant. I told her, “That means you would be a Van Schepen.” She looked at me and said, “No, I want to be a doctor.”
Willie Van Schepen
When our grandson was 3 the family lived on a military base. When he was walking through the neighborhood one day, a chihuahua got away from his owner and chased the little guy, jumping on him and making him cry. That night, when it was time to pray, he said, “Lord in heaven, thank you for the animals you gave us . . . except chihuahuas. Amen.”