“Dear Jesus, I promise to be good for one month.” That still felt like a long time. He crossed it out once more, finally settling on, “Dear Jesus, I promise to be good for one week.”
Feeling unsure and a little frustrated, he tore up the paper and decided to take a walk to clear his head. As he passed the local church, his eyes fell upon a nativity scene set up outside.
He had an idea. When he was sure no one was watching, he quickly grabbed the figure of Mary, hid it under his coat, and hurried back home. Once inside, he sat down with a fresh piece of paper and composed a new, much more direct letter.
It simply read: “Dear Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again…”
The Wedding Math
A little boy was attending his very first wedding, watching the ceremony with wide-eyed curiosity. Afterward, his older cousin decided to test his knowledge with a question. “How many women can a man marry?” he asked.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy responded, “Sixteen.”
His cousin was genuinely impressed that he had such a specific answer so quickly. “How did you figure that out?” he asked. “Easy,” the little boy said confidently.
“All you have to do is add it up like the Bishop said: 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer.”
