It's Been a Quiet Week

 We used to listen to a pod cast called “Tales from Lake Woebegone” with Garrison Keillor.  Maybe you’re familiar with it. He always started his program with the greeting, “Well, It’s been a quiet week in Lake Woebegone”.


That’s kind of how I feel this week, but it hasn’t exactly been ‘quiet’, just pretty noneventful.  As we get older, that’s sort of a good thing.


So I thought I’d share a cute story I just read.  I don’t suppose it’s very sound theologically, but it tickles me to see that there are a lot of different perspectives in our lives that aren’t quite wrong.


Bear with me.  Next week I’ll be back with profound thoughts and more importantly, news of Tony’s surgery and beginning recovery.


So here’s how it goes.  Again, pardon me if you’ve seen it before.


When Forest Gump died, he stood in front of the Pearly Gates.  St Peter said, “Welcome Forest.  We’ve heard a lot about you”.  He continued, “Unfortunately, it’s getting pretty crowded up here and we find that we now have to give people an entrance exam before we let them in.”


“Okay,” says Forest.  “I hope it’s not too hard.  I’ve already been through a test.  My momma used to say, ‘Life is like a final exam, It’s hard’.”


“Yes, Forest, I know.  But this test has only three questions.  Here they are.”


1). Which two days of the week begins with the letter ‘T’?


2). How many seconds in a year? 


3) What is God’s first name?


“Well, sir”, said Forest, “The first one is easy, Which two days of the week begin with the letter ‘T’? Today and Tomorrow.”


St Peter looked surprised and said, “Well, that wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but you have a point.  I’ll give you credit for that answer.”


“The next question,” said Forest, “is easy too. How many seconds are in a year? Twelve.”


“Twelve?” Said St Peter, surprised and confused.


“Yes. sir.  January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd…..”


St Peter interrupted him, “I see what you mean, I’ll have to give you credit for that one, too.”


“And for the last question,” said Forest, “What is God’s first name? Well, everyone knows it’s Andy.”


“Andy?” Said St Peter in shock.


“How did you come up with ‘Andy’?”


“I learned it in church.  We used to sing about it.”  Forest broke into song. “Andy walks with me, Andy talks with me, Andy tells me I am His own.”


St Peter opened the gate to heaven and said, “Run Forest Run!” 


Have a great week, 


Marsha


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