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If one more person says to me, “I don’t know what our country is coming to” or “How could we, as a nation, get into such a fix” or “What in the world is wrong with those people up in Washington” my head is going to explode. Enough already with the “oh me’s” and “oh my’s”!
We all need a little respite from the president, and raging senator (which could be about anyone of them), and the never ending Congressional Hearings, and the way-overzealous news reporters, and the protesters shouting at the top of their lungs before innocence or guilt has had a chance to be determined, and the late night comics who think there is something funny in any of this...
The way our government is working right now is embarrassing enough—surely we don’t need to be going around reminding each other of it minute by minute!
And I’ve got the solution. To the whole thing. All of our problems. And it’s so simple I can’t possibly think why someone hasn’t already come up with it: We need a lot more bumper stickers in this nation that have JESUS written on them.
When I’d “forgotten” to do my math homework in the fourth grade I figured my goose was cooked. This was way back when you just didn’t “not do it”. But, man, it was a whole page of multiplication! And I willingly chose to play baseball after school and run down to the big ditch and climb that big walnut tree in Miss Boaz’s backyard and listen to “Fibber McGee and Molly” after supper.
I finally confessed to Mom as I started off to school the next morning that Miss Dinwiddie was sure to give me an F-minus because I hadn’t worked one problem. She grabbed my hand before I could take another step and said, “Let’s pray to Jesus”. Mom was praying as hard as she could while I was peeping up with one eye...looking for a miracle! Unless Jesus caught up with me before school with a handful of Arabic numbers on a spreadsheet the grease was in the pan!
We hadn’t hardly gotten through the pledge and roll call before the fire drill warning went off. That took a while! And when we got back to class, the radiator was leaking and hot steam was pouring into the room! We evacuated down to the gym. About the time things settled down after lunch Pam Collins and Suzie Cozart got into a knock down drag out fight. Then Bob Edwards threw up. At 1:45 that afternoon Miss Dinwiddie capitulated, “Boys and girls, we must do our reading classes. We will have to wait until tomorrow to go over the math assignment.”