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 a 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 pays 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 Minnesota.
Upon entering a church in Roseville, 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 I have found this golden
telephone and 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 replied, 'Son, you're in Minnesota now.
You're in God's Country, It's a local
call.'
3 comments:
Good one. I wrote a similar one on my blog, but the characters were different. That joke is funny no matter how many times you hear it, no?
Good one.
HEy, I mailed your Package so, be on the lookout for an Irish party in a package in your mailbox!
ALso, I don't think I ever told you but I love your new pic and haircut!
I've heard the joke before too, I think it was about Jerusalem. That must be where I heard it - on YOUR BLOG - ha!
Sherri - I'm looking for the package. That's so sweet. And thanks for the compliment!
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