A little girl was sitting on her grandfather's lap as he read her a bedtime
story. From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and reach up to
touch his wrinkled cheek. She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his
again.
Finally she spoke up, "Grandpa, did God make you?"
"Yes, sweetheart," he answered, "God made me a long time ago."
"Oh," she said.
"Grandpa, did God make me, too?"
"Yes, indeed, honey," he said.
"God made you just a little while ago."
Feeling their respective faces again, she observed,
"God's getting better at it, isn't He?" |
