An (unnamed) exasperated Grandmother, whose youngest =
grandkids were spending the last day of our reunion playing with the =
hotel’s automatic doors, tag in the long corridors and squirt gun =
fights across the lobby, finally asked the oldest of the bunch, =
"How do you expect to get into Heaven acting out-of-controlled like =
The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I’ll run in =
and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, =
‘For Heaven’s sake, Jonah, come in or stay out!’”
“Then I’ll come in."
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"