Andy is working hard on foundation
Wes Dawg saying "Hi" to everyone!
The foundation for the new house is coming together.
The second floor is coming down fast.
Onto the first floor.
Everyone is doing work except the Smiths
Man! Don't these people ever work???!?!?!!!!??!?!
Michael needs a water break after a long day's work.
The rest of the house is torn down and the
good wood is hauled away.
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After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his
mother, “Mom, I’ve decided to become a minister when I grow up.”
“That’s okay
with us, but what made you decide that?”
“Well,” said the little boy, “I have
to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up
and yell, than to sit and listen.”
A boy was watching his father, a pastor, write a sermon.
“How
do you know what to say?” he asked.
“Why, God tells me.”
“Oh, then why do
you keep crossing things out?”
Terri asked her Sunday School class to draw pictures of their favorite Bible
stories. She was puzzled by Kyle’s picture, which showed four people on an
airplane, so she asked him which story it was meant to represent.
“The Flight
to Egypt,” was his reply.
Pointing at each figure, Ms. Terri said, “That must
be Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus. But who’s the fourth person?”
“Oh, that’s
Pontius - the pilot.
A college
drama group presented a play in which one character would stand on a trap door
and announce, “I descend into hell!”
A stagehand below would then pull a
rope, the trapdoor would spring, and the actor would drop from view.
The play
was well received. When the actor playing the part became ill, another actor who
was quite overweight took his place. When the new actor announced, “I descend
into hell!” the stagehand pulled the rope, and the actor began his plunge, but
became hopelessly stuck. No amount of tugging on the rope could make him
descend.
One student in the balcony jumped up and yelled:
“Hallelujah!
Hell is full!”
A little girl was sitting on her grandfather’s lap as he read her a bedtime
story.
From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and reach up
to touch his wrinkled cheek. She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then
his again.
Finally she spoke up, “Grandpa, did God make you?”
“Yes, sweatheart,”
he answered, “God made me a long time ago.”
“Oh,” she paused, “Grandpa, did
God make me too?”
“Yes, indeed, honey,” he said, “God made you just a little
while ago.”
Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, “God’s
getting better at it, isn’t he?”
A little girl became restless as the preacher’s sermon dragged on and on.
Finally, she leaned over to her mother and whispered,
“Mommy, if we give him
the money now,
will he let us go?”
