A healing Pastor came to a church. There was a long line to see him. It was a little boys turn in line and he said it was his hearing.
So, the healing Pastor grabbed his ears and said a prayer.
The Pastor let go and asked, "hows your hearing now''.
"I don't know.. it's not till Friday," replied the boy.
A boy was watching his father, a pastor, write a sermon.
"How do you know what to say?" he asked.
"Why, God tells me," the father answered.
The boy replied, "Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?"
'Where Is My Paper?'
The irate customer calling the newspaper offices, loudly demanded to know where her Sunday edition was.
'Ma'am, said the employee, today is Saturday.The Sunday paper is not delivered 'til Sunday.'
There was quite a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a ray of recognition.
'So that's why no one was in church today.'
My grandfather worked in a blacksmith shop when he was a boy, and he used to tell me, when I was a little boy myself, how he had toughened himself up so he could stand the rigors of blacksmithing.
One story was how he had developed his arm and shoulder muscles. He said he would stand outside behind the house and, with a 5 pound potato sack in each hand, extend his arms straight out to his sides and hold them there as long as he could.
After awhile he tried 10 pound potato sacks, then 50 pound potato sacks and finally he got to where he could lift a 100 pound potato sack in each hand and hold his arms straight out for more than a full minute!
Next, he started putting potatoes in the sacks.