A YOUNG GIRL GOT SAVED IN A POWERFUL REVIVAL THAT WAS BEING HELD AT HER CHURCH.
AND THAT AFTERNOON SHE WAS RUNNING THROUGH THE HOUSE SINGING AND DANCING AND JUST FULL OF JOY.
WHEN HER GRANDFATHER STOPPED HER. AND SAID...
“YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF.
YOU JUST JOINED THE CHURCH
AND NOW YOU’RE SINGING AND DANCING ON THE LORD’S DAY!”
SHE WAS CRUSHED BY HER GRANDFATHER’S ATTITUDE,
AND SO THE SHE WENT OUT BY THE BARN,
CLIMBED UP ON THE CORRAL FENCE,
AND LOOKED AT THE OLD MULE THAT WAS STANDING THERE
IN THE CORRAL.
HE HAD A SAD, DROOPY FACE AND HIS EYES WERE ALL BLEARY.
AS SHE REACHED OVER AND PATTED THE OLD MULE SYMPATHETICALLY, SHE SAID, “DON’T CRY, OLE MULE.
I GUESS YOU’VE GOT THE SAME KIND OF RELIGION THAT MY GRANDPA HAS!”