Church Mice …
Two zebras are talking and one asks the other, “Are we black with white stripes or white with black stripes?”
The other replies, “Well I don’t know. Let’s go ask the king of the jungle…”
So after the lion had finished his mid-day meal, the zebras went and asked him, “Are we black with white stripes or white with black stripes?”
The lion didn’t know, and replied, “Why not ask the elephant, he is much older than me, and an elephant never forgets, so maybe he remembers what you were like when you were created?”
So the zebras found the elephant down by the stream and asked him, “Are we black with white stripes or white with black stripes?”
The elephant didn’t know either, but told the zebras, “Why don’t you ask God, after all He created you…”
So that night they went to the top of the mountain and asked God “Are we black with white stripes or white with black stripes?”
After a short silence, God replied, “You are what you are.”
On the way back down the mountain the two zebra’s were discussing this. “What does that mean?” asked one.
“Well,” said the other, “it means we are white with black stripes.”
“How do you figure that?” asked the first.
The other zebra explained, “Well, if we were black with white stripes God would have said, ‘Yo is what yo is.’”
I am so tempted to do this for one of my children. In fact I would do this, if it weren’t for the trauma the child would suffer having to explain/spell their name to everyone and the bullying they would get….
An elderly gentleman of 83 arrived in Paris by plane. At the French customs desk, the man took a few minutes too long to locate his passport in his carry-on bag.
“You have been to France before, monsieur?” the customs officer asked very sarcastically.
The elderly gentleman admitted he had been to France previously. “Then you should know enough to have your passport ready.”
The American said, “The last time I was here, I didn’t have to show it.”
“Impossible!”, he bellowed. “Americans always have to show your passports on arrival in France!”
The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly stated, “Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate your country, I couldn’t find any Frenchmen to show it to.”
After reading this, I couldn’t help but print it out to go up on the wall at work. I wonder if God uses a modified version of Bugzilla to track all the bug reports?
