Conversations with the Lord Jan 18, 1998
I haven't done anything political in a while.... Do you think it's time I get on that horse for a bit? No, don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question....
LadyHawke
Seems as though a river boat was sailing down the Mississippi, It was a hot, steamy day, the only breeze was on deck and the captain called for more coal, A great party was going on dancing and singing. a sweet 16 birthday party. The folks needed a cooling breeze to enjoy their partying. Suddenly, a terrible storm came up! Thunder and lightening! Rain coming down in sheets! The ship was floundering, and slowly sinking, .filling with water. The merry makers all began to pray and cry, but to no avail! The ship filled with water. She was going down!!! As a last resort the captain sent the first mate down below decks to fetch up the stoker, a former slave named John. John was a preacher and perhaps he could pray to save the ship, thought the captain. When John was brought up the captain told him, " John. I've always treated you well, provided you with a good job feeding the boilers, even allowed you a place to sleep and now, I've allowed you the privilege to come up here with us because I am going to give you the opportunity to repay all my generosity to you! Now, get down on your old grimy, wrinkled knees and pray as you've never prayed before! With that, John fell to his knees and this is what he prayed:
"Lord, when I was thirsty, I saw a sign at the water fountain that said FOR WHITES ONLY! Lord, when I was hungry, I saw a sign at the restaurant that said, FOR WHITES ONLY! Lord, when my child had to use the bathroom at the service station, I saw a sign that said, FOR WHITES ONLY! Lord, when my wife was sick, I saw a sign at the hospital that said, FOR WHITES ONLY! Lord, if this boat is gonna sink, .I pray, Please remember those signs and LET IT BE FOR WHITES ONLY!"
An elderly black man walked into the church one day, lowered himself to his knees, looked towards the heavens, then called out, "Lord, Lord, please listen to me." To his shock, a booming voice rang out, "What can I do you for you, my son?" "Lord," the man replied, "I be sixty-four years old, and I never figured out why you gave me a black skin." G-d said, "I wanted your skin to be able to withstand the burning hot sun near the Equator." The man paused in thought, then asked, "Lord, why did you give me such long legs?" "So you could outrun the animals of the jungle." "And why did I get fuzzy hair?" G-d replied patiently, "Because, my son, I did not want you to catch your hair on the thick brush in the jungle." The man said, "I see." He pursed his lips, the said, "I have one more question, Lord." "So.... er... What am I doing in Cleveland?!!"
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