A Deeper Problem
Little Johnny had been bringing his drawings home from kindergarten every day since he started a month ago. Each day his mother admired the pictures and hung them on the refrigerator. One thing started bothering her. Little Johnny only used black and browns for his drawings. Fearing a problem and not wanting it to get worse, she decided to take him to a child psychologist.
The psychologist delicately went to work. He gave Little Johnny a battery of psychological tests. He chatted with Little Johnny. Everything seemed perfectly normal. Every day for two weeks, the tests continued. Yet everyday, Little Johnny continued to bring home drawings in only blacks and browns.
Frustrated at not being able to get to the root of the problem and fearful that something was terribly wrong, the child psychologist decided to give Little Johnny some paper and a box of crayons and observe what happened.
Little Johnny opened the box of crayons and said, “Oh, Boy! A new box of crayons! At school we only have old boxes. The only ones left in mine are black and brown!”
Last Name Line-up
On my first day in basic training, we were lined up in a row, each of us in turn having to shout our last names.
After the guy next to me had yelled, “Florence,” it was my turn.
I had no sooner called out my name when the training instructor was in my face, demanding to know if I was some kind of smart aleck.
Satisfied that I wasn’t, the red-faced TI told me never to stand next to that guy again.
~ By Charles W. Nightingale
God Knows Us
A golfer, now into his golden years, had a lifelong ambition to play one hole at Pebble Beach, California the way the pros do it. The pros drive the ball out over the water onto the green that is on a spit of land that juts out off the coast.
It was something he had tried hundreds of times without success. His ball always fell short, into the ocean. Because of this he never used a new ball on this particular hole. He always picked out one that had a cut or a nick.
Recently he went to Pebble Beach to try again. When he came to the fateful hole, he teed up an old cut ball and said a silent prayer.
Before he hit it however, a powerful voice from above said, “WAIT…REPLACE THAT OLD BALL WITH A BRAND-NEW BALL.”
He complied, with some slight misgiving, despite the fact that the Lord seemed to be implying that He was going to let him finally achieve his lifelong ambition.
As he stepped up to the tee once more, the voice came down again: “WAIT…STEP BACK… TAKE A PRACTICE SWING.”
So he stepped back and took a practice swing.
The voice boomed out again, “TAKE ANOTHER PRACTICE SWING.”
He did. Silence followed.
Then the voice spoke out again: “PUT BACK THE OLD BALL.”
