A little girl, dressed in her Sunday best, was running to church as fast as
she could, trying not to be late for Bible class.
As she ran she prayed, “Dear Lord, please don’t let me be late! Dear Lord,
please don’t let me be late!”
While she was running and praying, she tripped on a curb and fell, getting
her clothes dirty and tearing her dress. She got up, brushed herself off,
and started running again.
As she ran she once again began to pray, “Dear Lord, please don’t let me be
late! But please don’t shove me either!”
One Liner
Q: Where do rainbows go when they’re bad?
A: Prism, but it’s a light sentence.

