While walking =
along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the =
intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently his =
five-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead =
robin.
Feeling that =
proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and =
tissue-paper, then dug a hole and made ready for the interment of the =
deceased.
The minister’s =
son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity =
intoned his version of what he thought his father always said =
–
"Glory be =
unto the Father, and unto the Son, and into the hole he =
goes."
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"