Winter
Boots Sent
by Tom of Pasadena, CA
(Anyone who has ever
dressed a child will love this) Did you hear about the
teacher who was helping one of her pupils put on his boots?

He asked for help
and she could see why.
Even with her pulling
and him pushing, the little boots still didn't want to go on.
By the time they got
the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.
She almost cried when
the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the wrong feet."
She looked, and sure
enough, they were.
It wasn't any easier
pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep
her cool as, together, they worked to get the boots back on, this time
on the correct feet.
He
then announced, 'These aren't my boots.'
She bit her tongue,
rather than get right in his face and scream, "Why didn't you
say so?"' like she wanted to.
Once again she struggled
to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet.
No sooner had they
got the boots off when he said, 'They're my brother's boots. My Mum
made me wear 'em.'
Now she didn't know
if she should laugh or cry.
But she mustered up
what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots
on his feet again.
Helping him into his
coat, she asked, 'Now, where are your mittens?'

He said, "I
stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots."
Dying
Wish Sent
by Sang of Delaware
An old preacher was
dying. He sent a message for his banker and his lawyer, both church members,
to come to his home.

When
they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the
room, the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on
each side of the bed. The preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly,
smiled, and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything.
Both the banker and
lawyer were touched and flattered that the preacher would ask them to
be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled; the preacher
had never given them any indication that he particularly liked either
of them. They both remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons about
greed, covetousness, and avaricious behaviour that made them squirm in
their seats.
Finally, the banker said, "Preacher, why did you ask us to come?"
The old preacher mustered
up his strength and then said weakly, "Jesus died between two
thieves, and that's how I want to go."

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Comments
Anonymous
Fri, 02/21/2014 - 15:56
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Too Funny
I shared these jokes with my family and friends. Come by on Sunday for food and football.
Gary of La Habra, CA
Anonymous
Fri, 02/21/2014 - 15:57
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Enjoyed the video
Congratulations and I especially enjoyed the Conference Meeting!
Keep on strumming and singing , you have a gift to share!
Tom of Pasadena, CA
Anonymous
Fri, 02/21/2014 - 15:59
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Glad
Glad to hear that your lullaby was truly appreciated. I'm sure Tonia must be smiling and praying for you in heaven. BTW, the words of wisdom, this issue really fits. The safest place to be is in someone's prayers. That's why I feel safe despite typhoons or what.
Dette of Mindanao, Philippines
Anonymous
Fri, 02/21/2014 - 16:00
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Thanks
Thanks from Australia.
Betty