Glad We Cleared THAT Up!
(a theological discussion of intercessory prayer)
I was telling Jif about what I'd seen on "Ellen" one day last week (btw, Ellen is the best anti-depressant I've encountered). There was this 88-year-old woman, Gladys, that Ellen called on the telephone, and Gladys says, among other things, "Listen, I'll be honest with you, I love Jesus, but I drink a little . . ."
Jif: See, that's just like me. I love Jesus, but I drink a little, too.
Jif: And Jesus loves ME. This I know . . .
Susie: Yea, Jesus loves you. But I'm His favorite.
Jif: I . . . don't think so. In fact, the last time I talked to Him, He didn't even know who you were . . .
Susie: Oh, yea? Well . . . well . . . DAMN! That would certainly explain a LOT! DID YOU AT LEAST POINT ME OUT TO HIM?!
Jif: Yea. I did.
Susie: Well. Now maybe we'll get somewhere . . .
Seems we had a bit of a failure to communicate there, Ratsasstafarians. Now we should be OK. Keep praying.
(And if you didn't hear Gladys on Ellen, go there now. I promise you'll laugh.)
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