‘O Sleeper, Awake!’
My husband’s beloved grandmother was called to her eternal home at the age of 101 (while holding her pastor’s hand). During her funeral service, our 5-year-old son, Jack, became restless.
First, he asked to take off his shirt because he was hot. Then he was hungry. When he said he was sleepy, I suggested he rest his head on my arm. He did, but after a short while he complained in a loud whisper, “I’m trying to sleep, but the pastor keeps waking me up!”
The youngest child in the family was asked to say grace at dinner one night. “Dear God,” he intoned. “Thank You for these pancakes . . .”
When he concluded, his mother asked, “Jason, why did you thank God for pancakes when we’re having chicken?”
Smiling, Jason replied, “I thought I’d see if He was paying attention tonight.”
Free Car Wash
Just in time for the 10 a.m. Sunday morning service, a big storm blew into town. The sky looked menacing. Thunder cracked, and the wind whipped tree limbs to and fro. The pews were filled with anxious worshipers.
As the pastor began his sermon, the clouds unleashed their contents and a deluge slammed against the church windows. The pastor never missed a beat. “Now just look at that,” he commented calmly. “We sit here all dry and comfortable, and the good Lord is out there washing our cars. Isn’t He wonderful!”
Trinity Lutheran Church