neked african man

If there is any inkling of good that comes from the death of a loved one, it's this.

 Family and friends flock together and hold on tight to one another.

And stories flood the air of the one who was sadly lost,

 and the resulting tears and laughter are such good medicine.

So very good.

As we were grudgingly plowing through those first dark hours of the sudden passing of my father-in-law,

we locked arms with each other and poured over photos and the precious memories attached to them.

And I want to share with you one of many funny stories.

(I'm certain this offend someone. Just deal with it.)

This is a funny family story that we laugh hysterically at every time it's told.

I just wish my father-in-law could tell it to you,

because he would no doubt embellish it to make it all the more funny!

My in-laws spent a lot of time in Kenya, Africa, on the mission field over the years.

SO many lives redeemed and changed because of their work there!

I hate that I never took the opportunity to go with them.

Especially because of the naked African man.

You see,

in the little town near where they served, there was a man,

a naked man, who walked up and down the main street, pulling a rope.

A naked man, pulling a rope.

Up and down the road he went, day after day.

And in a horribly ornery missionary-moment, my father-in-law even 

ran over his rope with the car, just to see what would happen.

It didn't even seem to faze the poor guy.

Then one day, news got around town that Naked Man Pulling a Rope died.

So sad!

But, without a missed beat, another man took his place.

That's right, another naked man resumed pulling the rope through that little Kenyan town.

 The End.

(Is that funny and twisted or what?!)

I'm so sorry.

seemingly sweet

Let me tell you a quaint little story.

Once upon a time,
there lived a sweet little brother and a seemingly sweet big sister.

One day,
Sweet Little Brother and Seemingly Sweet Big Sister
were playing together, nicely...
or so it began.


The two were having fun with paper dolls.



Seemingly Sweet Big Sister said to Sweet Little Brother,

"Sweet Little Brother, do you like the outfit I've put on my
paper doll?"

Sweet Little Brother said,
"Uh huh."

Seemingly Sweet Big Sister, not satisfied with that answer,
repeated her question...this time, with much fervor,
"Sweet Little Brother, I said, do you like the outfit I put
on my paper doll?"

Again, Sweet Little Brother said,
"Uh huh."

Enraged by such a passive answer,
Seemingly Sweet Big Sister threw the paper doll
(which was actually made of wood)
straight at Sweet Little Brother and said,
"You are supposed to say, YES."


And so ends our quaint little tale.


The moral of the story:
If you want to shape a future hen-pecked husband,
follow the example of Seemingly Sweet Big Sister.

"Better to live on a corner of the roof
than share a house with a quarrelsome wife."
Proverbs 21: 9

once upon a time...

Once upon a time,
there was a very hot and dry summer.
It was so hot
(how hot was it?)
that the children of the land were kept indoors,
much to the chagrin of their mother.
Much chagrin.

Then one day,
clouds rolled in and soon broke forth
with showers of soaking rain.

The children were set free from their captivity
and let loose in the wild to enjoy
this long-forgotten Noah-like downpour.

And the rest of the story goes as follows...

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.