A grandma and her 5-year-old grandson were taking a walk in the country just after the first heavy frost had dyed the foliage and given it a brilliantly colored, crazy quilt appearance.
“Just think,” the grandma marveled, gazing at a scarlet and gold-tinted hillside, “God painted all that.”
“Yes,” the boy agreed, “and He even did it with His left hand.”
“What do you mean ‘He did it with His left hand’?” she asked, somewhat puzzled by the remark.
“Well,” he replied reasonably, “at Sunday School, the teacher told us that Jesus is sitting on the right hand of God!”
