Shedding Some Light

Running the Race

Angela, dressed in her springtime Sunday best, was running as fast as she could, trying not to be late for Sunday school. As she ran, she prayed, “Dear Lord, please don’t let me be late! Please don’t let me be late!”

Dashing across the church parking lot, she tripped on the parking-lot curb and sprawled headfirst
onto the lawn, staining her dress and knees with the first green grass of the season.

Not to be deterred, Angela got up, brushed herself off, and started off briskly again. “Dear Lord, please don’t let me be late,” she prayed once more. “But don’t shove me either!”

Ron Hollander
Boca Raton, Fla.

A Work of Art

An elementary-school teacher was observing his class while they took part in an art lesson. Occasionally, he would circulate around the room and check the work of his students, encouraging them, offering praise, or sometimes asking a question.

Approaching Emily, he observed that the earnest second-grader was diligently at work with markers and pencils.

“What are you drawing, Emily?” the teacher asked.

“I’m drawing God,” Emily replied.

“But we don’t know what God looks like,” the teacher observed.

Without stopping her work, Emily replied, “We will now.”

Jean Carroll
via email

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