It's been a long hot week in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I come home from work today to find the Thunderbirds practicing for the air show at the local Air Force base (remember... I live about 1 1/2 mile from one end of their runway.) this weekend. Unfortunately, I have to work Saturday so will miss their 1st day action. But, I'll be home Sunday after church to watch their high flying antics. My grandson can identify every plane that comes in and out of there, so I imagine he's in his glory seeing them fly over.
Also I want to take this opportunity to again congratulate Sandra and Tammy on the birth's of their new grandsons. Like I told Sandra, I can still remember April 19, 1991, the day my first granchild (also a boy & also by C-section) came into the world. Now he's a teenager..my how time flies. So enjoy those babies.... before you know it, their voices will be changing, their feet will be bigger than yours and they will dream about nothing but driving a car.
Anyway, I really got on here to share a cute joke I just got from my high-school friend Judy, who lives in Arizona. Enjoy...
Three preachers sat discussing the best positions for prayer while a telephone repairman worked nearby.
"Kneeling is definitely best," claimed one.
"No," another contended. "I get the best results standing with my hands outstretched to Heaven."
"You're both wrong," the third insisted. "The most effective prayer position is lying prostrate, face down on the floor."
The repairman could contain himself no longer. "Fellas," he interrupted, "the best prayin' I ever did was hangin' upside
down from a telephone pole."