the crossroads
A little boy, about six years old, was walking down a dirt road
after church one Sunday when he came to a crossroad where he met a
little girl coming from another direction. "Hello," said the little boy.
Hi," replied the little girl. "
Where are you going?" asked the little boy.
"I'm on my way home from church," answered the little girl.
"Me too," replied the little boy. "I'm on my way home from church.
Which church do you go to?" asked the little boy.
"I go to the Lutheran church down the road," replied the little girl.
"What about you?"
"I go to the Catholic church at the top of the hill," replied the little boy.
They discovered that they were both going the same way so they decided
to walk together. They came to a low spot in the road where spring rains
had partially flooded the road. There was no way that they could pass
without getting wet.
"If I get my new Sunday dress wet my mom's going to skin me alive," said the little girl.
"My Mom will tan my hide if I get my new Sunday suit wet," replied the
little boy.
"I know what I'll do," said the little girl. "I'm gonna pull off all my
clothes and hold them over my head and wade across."
"That's a good idea," replied the little boy. "I'm going to do the same
thing with my suit."
So they both undressed and waded across to the other side without
getting their clothes wet. As they stood there in the sun waiting to
drip dry before putting their clothes back on, the little boy finally
remarked, "You know, I never realized how much difference there
is between a Lutheran and a Catholic."
A little boy, about six years old, was walking down a dirt road
after church one Sunday when he came to a crossroad where he met a
little girl coming from another direction. "Hello," said the little boy.
Hi," replied the little girl. "
Where are you going?" asked the little boy.
"I'm on my way home from church," answered the little girl.
"Me too," replied the little boy. "I'm on my way home from church.
Which church do you go to?" asked the little boy.
"I go to the Lutheran church down the road," replied the little girl.
"What about you?"
"I go to the Catholic church at the top of the hill," replied the little boy.
They discovered that they were both going the same way so they decided
to walk together. They came to a low spot in the road where spring rains
had partially flooded the road. There was no way that they could pass
without getting wet.
"If I get my new Sunday dress wet my mom's going to skin me alive," said the little girl.
"My Mom will tan my hide if I get my new Sunday suit wet," replied the
little boy.
"I know what I'll do," said the little girl. "I'm gonna pull off all my
clothes and hold them over my head and wade across."
"That's a good idea," replied the little boy. "I'm going to do the same
thing with my suit."
So they both undressed and waded across to the other side without
getting their clothes wet. As they stood there in the sun waiting to
drip dry before putting their clothes back on, the little boy finally
remarked, "You know, I never realized how much difference there
is between a Lutheran and a Catholic."
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