A priest tells his congregation that he had a dream, and in that dream the Lord told him to heal people at the Sunday service. So the priest calls out to the parishioners that anyone with a disease or infirmity should step forward to be healed! One man hobbles forward on crutches. He says to the priest, "My name is Steve and I've had to use crutches ever since I was in an accident ten years ago. I just want to get rid of these crutches and walk like a normal person again."
The priest welcomes Steve and tells him to stand behind the curtain to the rear of the altar.
Another man comes forward. He says, "My name ith Emmitt, and people waff at me becauthe I tawk thith way. I want to jutht tawk wike a normal perthon!"
The priest welcomes Emmitt and directs him to stand with Steve behind the curtain.
No one else comes forward, so the priest kneels in front of the altar and prays for these people to be cured. He prays and prays... finally, he stands up and says, "Steve! Throw away your crutches!"
One crutch comes sailing from behind the curtain.
"Emmitt! Speak to me, Emmitt!"
Not a sound.
The priest feels the healing is almost complete. He just needs to pray a little more. He gets back down on his knees and prays real hard! He prays and prays... Finally, he rises. The priest booms, "Steve! Throw away your crutches!"
The second crutch comes sailing from behind the curtain.
"Emmitt! Speak to me, Emmitt! Say something! Anything!"
Emmitt's voice clearly rings through the church, "Thteve fewl down!"
The priest welcomes Steve and tells him to stand behind the curtain to the rear of the altar.
Another man comes forward. He says, "My name ith Emmitt, and people waff at me becauthe I tawk thith way. I want to jutht tawk wike a normal perthon!"
The priest welcomes Emmitt and directs him to stand with Steve behind the curtain.
No one else comes forward, so the priest kneels in front of the altar and prays for these people to be cured. He prays and prays... finally, he stands up and says, "Steve! Throw away your crutches!"
One crutch comes sailing from behind the curtain.
"Emmitt! Speak to me, Emmitt!"
Not a sound.
The priest feels the healing is almost complete. He just needs to pray a little more. He gets back down on his knees and prays real hard! He prays and prays... Finally, he rises. The priest booms, "Steve! Throw away your crutches!"
The second crutch comes sailing from behind the curtain.
"Emmitt! Speak to me, Emmitt! Say something! Anything!"
Emmitt's voice clearly rings through the church, "Thteve fewl down!"
Science flies us to the moon and stars. Religion flies us into buildings.
God allowed 200,000 people to die in an earthquake. So what makes you think he cares about YOUR problems?
God allowed 200,000 people to die in an earthquake. So what makes you think he cares about YOUR problems?
