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From: "Stephen Hall" <sossteve@...>
Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 16:51:12 -0700

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Humor from the Valley - September 29, 2000

"A cheerful disposition is good for your health . . ."
Proverbs 17:22 (Message Translation)

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Topic:  Kids'  Stuff  -  Volume 5

"I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden
these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little
children."

"I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children,
you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles
himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And
whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me."

"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom
of heaven belongs to such as these."   Matthew 11:25-26/18:3-5/19:14

We love those verses of scripture.  Children have been such a tremendous
blessing to our lives.  And God has used our children in so many ways to
pour out His blessings upon us.  So often He would use some triumph or
mistake we made as parents  to give us a deeper revelation of our
relationship with Him.   In a moment of parental pride, He would give a
vision of some small act of service we had done and the pride He'd felt at
our first, often feeble attempts to follow Him.  And in some moment of
parental frustration, when we felt like screaming, He gave us an equally
sharp picture of something we had done that made Him feel much the same
frustration toward us.  Not only did He use each event to show us more about
His role as our heavenly Father, but He used them to show us more about our
role as His children.

As a way of celebrating that role and remembering our countless blessings,
we occasionally do an edition of "Humor from the Valley" that focuses
entirely on children.  We call these editions "Kid's Stuff."  This time,
however, we've also included several serious articles because of the way
they touched our hearts.  We hope you don't mind and that you enjoy reading
this edition as much as we enjoyed putting it together.  We pray the
articles will remind you of the way you used to be and the heavenly Father
who longs for you to be that way again.

We remain His less than perfect children -  sheltered under His wing and
overwhelmed by His love,

Steve & Cathy Hall




DEAR  TEDDY
(Received via Coffee in the Rain - Author Cindy Pike Dunning)

(Special Note: This poem is a vivid reminder of the vulnerability of God's
precious little ones and their need for us to understand and protect them
from senseless harm.  Please allow it to speak to your heart as it did
ours.)

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.

Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed!

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means, To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget.
How really big they are!

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way.
To tell Mommies everywhere.

To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!

Copyright © Cindy Pike Dunning
All Rights Reserved



A  SON'S  NEED
(Received from Sari Cobb)

A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his
5-year-old son waiting for him at the door.  "Daddy, may I ask you a
question ?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it ?" replied the man.

"Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?"

"That's none of your business!  What makes you ask such a thing?" the man
said  angrily.

"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?" pleaded
the little boy.


"If you must know, I make $20 an hour."

"Oh," the little boy replied, head bowed.  Looking up, he said, "Daddy, may
I borrow $9 please?"

The father was furious. "If the only reason you wanted to know how much
money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other
nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think
about why you're being so selfish. I work long, hard hours every day and
don't have time for such childish games."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door obviously
crestfallen.  The man sat down and started to get even madder about the
little boy's questioning.  How dare he ask such questions only to get some
money.  After an hour or so the man calmed down.  He started to think he may
have been a little hard on his son.  Maybe there was something he really
needed to buy with that $9 and he didn't ask for money very often.  The man
went to the little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep son?" he
asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier," said the man.
"It's been long day and I took my aggravations out on you. Here's that $9
you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you daddy!" he yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills.

The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

"Why did you want more money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.
"Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?"



KIDS  SAY  THE FUNNIEST  THINGS
(Received from KiserLinda at aol.com)

A first grader was sitting in  class as the teacher was reading the story of
the Three Little Pigs.  She came to the part of the story where the first
pig was trying to acquire building materials for his home.  She said ". . .
And so the pig went up to the man with a wheelbarrow full of straw and said
'Pardon me sir, but might I have some of that straw to build my house
with?'"


Then the teacher asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?"

My friend's son raised his hand and said "I know! I know!  He said . . .
'Holy smokes! A talking pig!'"

The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five
and six year olds.  After explaining the commandment to "honor thy father
and thy mother," she asked "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to
treat our brothers and sisters?"

Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered,
"Thou shall not kill."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood.  Trying to
make the matter clearer, he said, "Now, boys, if I stood on my head the
blood, as you know, would run into it, and I should turn red in the face."

"Yes, sir," the boys said.

"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position
the blood doesn't run into my feet?"

A little fellow shouted, "Cause yer feet ain't empty."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For weeks, a six-year old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about the
baby brother or sister that was expected at his house.  One day the mother
allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn child.  The six-year old
was obviously impressed, but made no comment.  Furthermore, he stopped
telling his teacher about the impending event.  The teacher finally sat the
boy on her lap and said, "Tommy, whatever has become of that baby brother or
sister you were expecting at home?"

Tommy burst into tears and confessed, "I think Mommy ate it!"



MORE  DELIGHTFUL  WISDOM  FROM  CHILDREN
(Received from Yogi Bourhill)

 The kindergarten teacher was showing her class an encyclopedia page
picturing several national flags. She pointed to the American flag and
asked, "What flag is this?"

 A little girl called out, "That's the flag of our country."


 "Very good," the teacher said. "And what is the name of our country?"

 The girl said confidently,  'Tis of thee."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miss Jones had been giving her second-grade students a lesson on  science.
She had explained about magnets and showed how they would  pick up nails and
other bits of iron. Now it was question time and she  asked, "My name begins
with the letter `M' and I pick up things. What  am I?"

A little boy on the front row said, . . .  "You're a mother."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I stopped the bus to pick up Chris for preschool, I noticed an older
woman hugging him as he left the house. "Is that your grandmother?" I asked.

"Yes," Chris said. "She's come to visit us for Christmas."

"How nice," I said. "Where does she live?"

"At the airport," Chris replied. "Whenever we want her we just go out there
and get her."



IS  ANYONE  THERE?
(Received from Alan Smith - Thought for the Day)

The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an
urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialed the employee's home
phone number and was greeted with a child whispering, "Hello?"

Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster, the
boss asked, "Is your Daddy home?"

"Yes", whispered the small voice.

"May I talk with him?", the man asked. To the surprise of the boss, the
small voice whispered, "No."

Wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"

"Yes", came the answer.

"May I talk with her?" Again the small voice whispered, "No."

Knowing that it was not likely that a young child would be left home alone,
the boss decided he would just leave a message with the person who should be
there watching over the child.  "Is there anyone there besides you?" the
boss asked the child.

"Yes", whispered the child, "A policeman."

Wondering what an officer would be doing at his employee's home, the boss
asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"

"No, he's busy", whispered the child.

"Busy doing what?", asked the boss.

"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the fireman", came the whispered answer.

Growing concerned and even worried as he heard a loud noise through the
earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"

"A hello-copper", answered the whispering voice.

"What is going on there?", asked the boss, now alarmed.

In an awed voice the child answered, "The search team just landed the
hello-copper!"

Alarmed, concerned and more than just a little frustrated the boss asked,
"Why are they there?"

Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle,
"They're looking for me!"



WHAT  DID  YOU  FIND?
(Received from Archie in Clovis - Author Unknown)

The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him.
"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..."

"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.

The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll cut your heart open," he continued,
"to see how much damage has been done..."

"But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there."

The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly.  "When I see how much
damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up and I'll plan
what to do next."

"But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns
all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart."

The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart.
I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels.  And I'll
find out if I can make you well."

"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."

The surgeon left.  The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from
the surgery. "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle
degeneration.  No hope for transplant, no hope for cure.  Therapy:
painkillers and bedrest.  Prognosis:," here he paused, "death within one
year."  He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said.  "Why?" he
asked aloud. "Why did You do this?  You've put him here; You've put him in
this pain; and You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"

The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock
for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be.  Here, in My
flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine.
His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My
flock will continue to grow."

The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You created that
boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?"

The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for he has
done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to
retrieve another lost lamb."  The surgeon wept.

The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him.
The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"

"Yes," said the surgeon.

"What did you find?" asked the boy.

"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.

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Copyright © 2000 by Stephen J. Hall  -   Weekly letters of encouragement to
Christians written by Stephen J. Hall unless otherwise indicated.  Notes
from the Valley and Humor from the Valley are never intended to offend
anyone.  They're meant only to brighten your day and encourage you along the
way.  Most of "Notes" and "Humor" are a collection of items provided to me
by subscribers and friends.  Credit is given to both the contributor and to
the true author, where known.  If you are blessed by them, please feel free
to make copies and pass them along to others.  If you have something you'd
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"Surely God does not reject a blameless man or strengthen the hands of
evildoers.  He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with
shouts of joy."  Job 8:20-21 (NIV)