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It's Time for Tickles 'n Truth A Fun, Faith 'n Funny Bone Feature
"Funny Bone Faith" sees humor--AND faith--in the tough times and with God's help, smiles through tears as it triumphs in a Lord who brings joy and laughter to our lives--daily! Enjoy the fun and inspiration--and strengthen YOUR "Funny Bone Faith" right here--today!
NOTE: Humor pieces are meant to be funny. No offense is meant with regard to age, sex, race, religion, occupation or any other topic. It is simply a way of laughing at ourselves, so please just laugh along with us!
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws."You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a girl in the line said to the little fella.
Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head.
His grandmother knelt down next to him. "I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," she said, while tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful!"
The boy looked up, "Really?"
"Of course," said the grandmother. "Why just name me one thing that's more beautiful than freckles."
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's face, and softly whispered, "Wrinkles."
--Found circulating the Net via email.
At Christmas time there was a man, who looked so out of place. Selected from God@Work newsletter. God@Work is a ministry of St Mark's United Methodist Church, 8550 Pioneers Blvd., Lincoln Nebraska 68520 U.S.A. To Subscribe, send email to godatwork-subscribe@egroups.com.
As people rushed about him, at a hurried sort of pace.
He stared at all the Christmas lights, the tinsel everywhere.
The shopping center Santa Claus, with children gathered near.
The mall was packed with shoppers, who were going to and fro,
Some with smiles, some with frowns, and some too tired to go.
They rested on benches, or they hurried on their way.
To fight the crowds for purchases, to carry home that day.
The music from the stereo, was playing loud and clear.
Of Santa Claus and snowmen, and funny nosed reindeer.
He heard the people talk about, the good times on the way.
Of parties, fun and food galore, and gift exchanges that day.
I'd like to know what's going on, the man was heard to say.
There seems to be some sort, of celebration on the way.
And would you tell me who this is, all dressed in red and white.
And why are children asking "him" about a special night.
The answer came in disbelief, I can't believe my ears.
I can't believe you do not know, that Christmas time is here.
The time when Santa comes around, with gifts for girls and boys.
When they are asleep on Christmas Eve, he leaves them books and toys.
The man you see in red and white, is Santa Claus so shy.
The children love his joyful laugh, and twinkle in his eye.
His gift packed sleigh is pulled along, by very small reindeer.
As he flies quickly through the air, while darting here and there.
The children learn of Santa Claus, while they are still quite small.
When Christmas comes "he" is the most, "important" one of all.
The stranger hung His head in shame, He closed a nail pierced hand.
His body shook in disbelief, He did not understand.
A shadow crossed His stricken face, His voice was low but clear.
"After all these years they still don't know." And JESUS shed a tear.
For more daily humor:
Reverend Fun--A fun Christian cartoon of the day!
Pastor Tim's Clean Laugh List--a daily email humor list
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