Little Philip was spending the weekend with his grandmother after a particularly trying week in infant school. His grandmother decided to take him to the park on Saturday morning. It had been snowing all night and everything was beautiful.
His grandmother commented, ‘Doesn’t it look like an artist painted this scenery? Did you know God painted this just for you?’
‘Yes, ‘replied Philip, ‘God did it and he did it left handed.’
Philips Grandmother was curious as to this reply and asked Philip why he thought God painted this beauty with his left hand.
Philip replied, “Well God only has two hands and we were told in school this week that Jesus sits on Gods right hand”
A large, well built man visited the local St. Vincent de Paul and asked to see the person in charge, who was well known for her charity.
As he spoke to her he said in a voice breaking with emotion, ‘I’d like to draw your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family in this district. The father is dead, the mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are starving. They are about to be turned out into the cold streets unless someone pays their £400 rent arrears.’
‘How frightful!’ exclaimed the woman. ‘May I ask who you are?’
Raised by devout Catholic parents who emphasised family rosary nights, the very famous Martin Sheen left the church as a young adult and lapsed in his faith. He experienced a reversion in middle age but had to adjust to the post-Vatican II changes in the Church. Sheen is vocally pro-life, especially since his wife was conceived as the result of a rape. He is also very devoted to the Rosary. It has great meaning in my life. I’ve become known as “The Rosary Dispenser” because I leave rosaries wherever I go. All the vehicles that everyone in my family drives have a blessed rosary on the rearview mirror. Our [tour] bus has one as well. I wouldn’t leave home without it.”
Just after Christmas Father Michael, was walking along the pavement in front of his church when he heard someone praying and when he inspected closer, what he heard nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old nephew, Rory, and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and some cotton wool, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
Rory, the Priests nephew was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with dignity, he prayed his version of what he thought his Uncle always said, ‘Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.’
At the pearly gates, a taxi driver and Priest are waiting in line. St. Peter consults his list and says to the taxi driver, “Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
St. Peter next greets the Priest saying, “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“Just a minute,” says the Priest, “That man was a taxi driver, and he gets a silken robe and golden staff while I get a cotton robe and wooden staff. How can this be?”
“Up here, we work by results,” says St. Peter. “While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed”