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  Some people say, "I go to church, so I am a Christian." But that's like saying if you go to McDonald's you are a Quarter Pounder.

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  A young girl once confessed to her priest that she thought she was guilty of the sin of pride. She said, "When I look in the mirror, I think I am beautiful." The priest said, "That's not a sin, that's a mistake."

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  Little Johnny watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cream on her face. "Why do you do that, mommy?" he asked. "To make myself beautiful," said his mother, who then began removing the cream with a tissue. "What's the matter?" asked Little Johnny. "Giving up?"

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  GOD: St. Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there in the USA? What
  happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance garden plan. Those
  plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms
  attracts butterflies, honeybees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these
  green rectangles.
  ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers weeds and went to
  great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
  GOD: Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's
  temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
  ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing
  grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
  GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
  ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it, sometimes twice a week.
  GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
  ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
  GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
  ST. FRANCIS: No, sir -- just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
  GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw
  it away?
  ST. FRANCIS: Yes, sir.
  GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows
  the growth and saves them a lot of work.
  ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay
  more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
  GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stoke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees
  grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life.
  ST. FRANCIS: You'd better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake
  them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
  GOD: No. What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose?
  ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and
  spread it around in place of the leaves.
  GOD: And where do they get this mulch?
  ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
  GOD: Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you
  scheduled for us tonight?
  ST. CATHERINE: Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It's a real stupid movie about ...
  GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.

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  A pastor was giving the children's message during church. For this part of the service, he would gather all the children around him and give a brief lesson before dismissing them for children's church. On this particular Sunday, he was using squirrels for an object lesson on industry and preparation. He started out by saying, "I'm going to describe something, and I want you to raise your hand when you know what it is." The children nodded eagerly. "This thing lives in trees (pause) and eats nuts (pause)..." No hands went up. "And it is gray (pause) and has a long bushy tail (pause)..." The children were looking at each other, but still no hands raised. "And it jumps from branch to branch (pause) and chatters and flips its tail when it's excited (pause)..." Finally one little boy tentatively raised his hand. The pastor breathed a sigh of relief and called on him. "Well," said the boy, "I *know* the answer must be Jesus ... but it sure sounds like a squirrel to me!"

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