Originally created 03/10/99

Book gives the prayers of children



You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.

-- Ziggy

Everyone seemed to enjoy Sunday's column about children and their prayers.

Miriam Lee Rowland, a second-grade teacher in North Augusta, writes to tell us there's more to it.

"The letters came from a book called Children's Letters to God. It's from Workman Publishing and is compiled by Stuart Hample and Eric Marshall.

"If you like the ones you printed, you HAVE to see the whole book! It's very cute, especially when you see the incorrect grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc."

(Thank you, Miriam.)

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Speaking of children and the Lord, Beverly in Martinez sends along this story.

It seems little Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room. After a while, he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a prayer.

"Fine," said the pleased mother. "If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you."

"Oh, I didn't ask Him to help me not misbehave," said Johnny. "I asked Him to help you put up with me."

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FRIDAY'S RIDDLE ANSWER: (Light as a feather, there is nothing in it; but the strongest man can't hold it for much more than a minute.)

What is it?

A breath.

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TODAY'S JOKE: The pope had come to New York to speak to the United Nations.

As his limousine was driving from the airport to the U.N. building, he struck up a conversation with his chauffeur.

They hit it off pretty well and after a few minutes, the pope told him, "Look, you know what I really miss? I miss driving. Nobody let's me get behind the wheel anymore."

"Tell you what," said the driver. "We're almost there. Why don't you just switch places for me for the next few blocks and drive right up to the front step?"

The pope was overjoyed. He quickly agreed and before he knew it, he had the limousine speeding down New York's streets.

Unfortunately, he was driving way too fast. Just short of the U.N. building, a cop pulled him over.

The policeman walked up to the window, tapped on it and recognized the pope immediately.

Without a word, the officer returned to his cruiser, got in, started the engine and drove off.

"What's up, Sarge?" his partner asked. "Weren't you going to give that guy a ticket?"

"I don't think we need to irritate the passenger in that limo," the sergeant said as he drove away.

"Why?" his partner asked. "Who was it?"

The sergeant was silent a moment before answering "Well, I didn't actually see who was in the back seat, but let me tell you -- the pope is his driver!"

Bill Kirby can be reached at (706) 868-1222, Ext. 107, or bkirby@augustachronicle.com.