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Faith Filled Friday: A Touch of Humor

August 21, 2015

A man in Topeka , Kansas decided to write a book about churches around the country. He started by flying to San Francisco and started working east from there.
Going to a very large church, he began taking photographs and making notes.
He spotted a golden telephone on the vestibule wall and was intrigued with the sign which read ‘Calls: $10,000 a minute.’ Seeking out the pastor, he asked about the phone and the sign.
The pastor answered that this golden phone is, in fact, a direct line to heaven and if he paid the price he can talk directly to GOD.
The man thanked the pastor and continued on his way. As he continued to visit churches in Seattle, Denver, St. Louis, Chicago, Milwaukee, and around the United States, he found more phones, with the same sign, and the same answer from each pastor.
Finally, he arrived in North Carolina, upon entering a church in Asheville, behold – he saw the usual golden telephone. But THIS time, the sign read ‘Calls: 35 cents.’
Fascinated, he asked to talk to the pastor, ‘Reverend, I have been in cities all across the country and in each church that I have found this golden telephone I have been told it is a direct line to Heaven and that I could talk to GOD, but in the other churches the cost was $10,000 a minute. Your sign reads only 35 cents a call. Why?’
The pastor, smiling benignly, replied, ‘Son, you’re in the South now. You’re in God’s Country. It’s a local call.’


One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it.
The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, ‘Good morning, Alex.’

‘Good morning Pastor,’ he replied, still focused on the plaque. ‘Pastor, what is this? ‘

The pastor said, ‘Well son, it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.’

Somberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.

Finally, little Alex’s voice, barely audible and trembling with fear asked, ‘Which service, the 8:30 or the 11:00?

  1. Priceless! 🙂

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