“Why are you crying?” a little boy asked his mom. “Because I’m a mother,” she told him. “I don’t understand,” he said. She just hugged him and said, “You never will!” Later,…
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Helping hands
A mother, wishing to encourage her son’s progress at the piano, bought tickets to a performance by the great Polish pianist Ignacy Paderewski. When the evening arrived, they found their seats near…
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Keeper of the spring
The late Peter Marshall was an eloquent speaker and for several years served as the chaplain of the US Senate. He used to love telling the story of the “Keeper of the…
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Is God a biker?
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and…
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Pick-up in the rain
One night, at 11:30 pm, an older African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway, trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately…
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The acorn planter
In the 1930s, a young traveller was exploring the French Alps. He came upon a vast stretch of barren land. It was desolate. It was forbidding. It was ugly. It was the…
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Helping cry
A little girl was late coming home for supper. Her mother made the expected irate parent’s demand to know where she had been. The little girl replied that she had stopped to…