Walking down =
the street I found a cell phone. It had no name on it, but I knew =
whose it was.
So, I stopped =
at the local TV station and asked for the weatherman. =
“Sir, I =
think this is yours.”
“What =
makes you think so?” asked the =
meteorologist.
“Well, =
it says 20 missed calls.”
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"