GRANNY PRAYS

Great-grandmother, Mary Jane, shared a room with 13-year old Jo when she visited. Every night when she got in her bed she would begin praying in a whisper that Jo could barely hear across the room. The longer she prayed, the louder she got. Most of her prayers were beautiful and touching. Occasionally one would be out of character. Such was the case one cold night when Granny had prayed for a long time. Suddenly out of the whispers and murmurs came the clear words, ”Lord, help them not to be so stingy. Why, I can see them now, skimming that milk until it’s blue.”

The prayer went on, but Jo heard no more. She was far too busy stuffing the pillow and half the covers into her mouth to stifle laughter. Prayers are not to be laughed at, nor was Granny.

But Granny was so serious and sincere that Jo couldn’t help wondering if God was as startled at the turn of that prayer as she was, and that set off Jo’s giggle box.