Cowboy Joe was telling his fellow cowboys back on the ranch about his first visit to a big-city church.
"When I got there, they had me park my old truck in the corral," Joe began. “You mean the parking lot," interrupted Charlie, a more worldly fellow.
"I walked up the trail to the door," Joe continued. "The sidewalk to the door," Charlie corrected him.
"Inside the door, I was met by this dude," Joe went on. "That would be the usher," Charlie explained.
"Well, the usher led me down the chute," Joe said. "You mean the aisle," Charlie said.
"Then, he led me to a stall and told me to sit there," Joe continued. "Pew," Charlie retorted.
"Yeah," recalled Joe. "That's what that pretty lady said when I sat down beside her."
Harry: What do you call an American drawing?
Harry: Yankee doodle!
After starting a new diet I altered my drive to work to avoid passing my favorite bakery. I accidentally drove by the bakery this morning and as I approached, there in the window were a host of chocolates, donuts, and cheesecakes.
I felt this was no accident, so I prayed … “Lord, it’s up to You. If You want me to have any of those delicious goodies, create a parking place for me directly in front of the bakery.”
And, sure enough, on the eighth time around the block, there it was! God is so good!
Nicholas took his four-year-old son, Bryan, to several baseball games where The Star Spangled Banner was sung before the start of each game.
Later, Nicholas and Bryan attended St Bartholomew's church on the Sunday before Independence Day. The congregation sang The Star Spangled Banner, and after everyone sat down, Bryan suddenly yelled out at the top of his voice, “Play ball!”