Tough winter in Pennsylvania. Reminds me of =
the fellow who stumbled into an Amish meeting house on a cold, snowy =
Sunday. He was completely alone, so he simply sat and decided to =
meditate for an hour.
About =
the time when the service would have ended, he heard the front door =
creak open and in walked a gentle Amish farmer who had finally made it =
to church.
The =
farmer simply walked up to the stranger and whispered, "Friend, =
thee is sitting in my seat."
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"