Monday, May 11, 2009


My blog posting will be slowing down (should that be possible within space-time) as I'm moving to a land flowing with milk and gainful employment, but no internet. Any posting that I do will most likely be on Sundays from here on out, when I'm back in Moscow.

So, I leave you with this, courtesy of Doug Wilson:

A Rocking Chair in Heaven
Topic: Jokes I Like to Tell

Once there was a man who had spent many, many years in back breaking work. What he didn't know about the uses of a shovel wasn't worth knowing. One day at the tail end of a hot day and a very long ditch, he paused for a moment to talk with a young man in the ditch with him, the one manning the other shovel.

"Know what I am going to do when I get to Heaven?" he said.

"No, what?" said the young guy.

"I am going to talk to Peter at the gates, and I am going to ask for a mountain cabin by a clear, blue lake. The cabin will need to have a front porch overlooking the lake, and I will request that the porch be equipped with a sturdy and very comfortable rocking chair."

"Really?" said the young guy.

"And," the man continued, "I am going to sit in that rocking chair for ten thousand years."

"Man," his companion said. "That's a long time. Whatcha doing then?"

"Then," said the old man, his eyes narrowing slightly, "I am going to start rockin.'"

and this, courtesy of Valerie:

One morning when Nancy was out of the house running errands, Doug was rooting around in the back of a closet for a pair of boots when he came across a shoebox he'd never seen before. In it were three eggs and about a hundred bucks in one-dollar bills.

Shocked that she would have kept such a stash a secret from him, Doug confronted Nancy when she got home. With a guilty countenance she confessed: "I've had this box since you became a pastor. I'm so sorry I've never told you about it. You see...every time you preach a bad sermon, I put an egg in this box."

Doug was much relieved. After all his years in the ministry, three eggs wasn't so bad, was it? "And what is all the cash for?" he asked.

"Well, dear, every time I get a dozen eggs, I sell them for a dollar!"

Blessings all.

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