Friday, November 04, 2005
Story Time
There was a Preacher who had three grown sons. Two of his sons were in his footsteps as preachers as well. The third son was the black sheep and cared very little for the trade his dad and brothers were in.
The father devised a plan to have a "father and sons" camping event to hopefuly come to the place where the odd son liked to visit and smooth the lack of relationship between them.
The first morning after the first night of the camp out the dad woke early to stoke the fire and brew some coffee.
After a short while one of the sons crawled out of the tent and greeted the father. The father asked the son about his rest and the son replied, "It was a good night, I dreamed of heaven and the streets were paved with gold bricks. It was fantastic!", the dad told the son to join him by the fire for coffee.
A short while later another son climbs from the zippered hatch to be greeted by dad the same way. This son also explained he dreamed of Heaven and the pearly gates too. He gathered himself tight to the fire with his kin.
After some time the last son pops his head out of the tent looking a mess. The father asked about his nights rest. The son says, "I did not rest well at all pop, I dreamed of hell all night!". The father asked about the details of the dreams. The son looks at the scene around him and says, "It was much as it is here, I could barely see the fire for all the preachers."
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 4:44 AM
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Merci de visiter et du complément ! Je souhaite que je pourrais parler français. J'emploie des poissons de Babel.
You always give me some learnin' and some laughin' too, buddy don
Jed, you are the story teller!! I do hope you realize what talent you have.
I always love to read Bloggin Red's stories too!
..... but how was the coffee??????
Very bitter Joe...very bitter.
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