Little Johnny came into the kitchen where his mother was making
dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good
time to tell his mother what he wanted. Little Johnny was a bit of a
troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Johnny's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike
for his birthday. Little Johnny, of course, thought he did. Johnny's
mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his
behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God, and tell him
why he deserved a bike for his birthday. Little Johnny stomped up
the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter
LETTER 1:
Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend,
Johnny.
Johnny knew this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this
year, so he tore up the letter and started over.
LETTER 2:
Dear God,
This is your friend Johnny. I have been a pretty good boy this year,
and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you,
Johnny.
Johnny knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and
started again.
LETTER 3:
Dear God,
I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike
for my birthday.
Your friend,
Johnny.
Johnny knew he could not send this letter to God either. Johnny was
very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go
to church. Johnny's mother thought her plan had worked because
Johnny looked very sad.
"Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said. Johnny walked
down the street to the church and up to the altar. He looked around
to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of the Virgin
Mary. He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down
the street, into his house, and up to his room. He shut the door to
his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Johnny began
to write his letter to God.
LETTER 4:
I'VE GOT YOUR MOM. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.
Signed
YOU KNOW WHO
2006-07-20
21:24:23
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