Comments on: Shortcut Prayers

By: ltbugaf

ltbugaf — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:53:59 +0000

My dad told me that one. It’s one of my favorites. When I read this post, I immediately thought of it.

By: Mary Siever

Mary Siever — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:48:21 +0000

I think it’s good to bring up old posts and I am pretty sure Kim feels that way too. He tries to do it himself, occasionally.

Yes, your joke was funny. :)

By: ltbugaf

ltbugaf — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:43:02 +0000

By the way, does anyone like my joke? (Yes, that’s shameless fishing for praise.)

By: ltbugaf

ltbugaf — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:42:06 +0000

Well, I just want to know if this behavior is vexing you whether it’s pleasing you. If you prefer that I leave the old threads alone, I may be willing to rein in my behavior somewhat (unless I start feeling really perverse). I assumed that you added the “related posts” feature in part because you wanted people to wander around, read, and comment on the older stuff.

By: Kim Siever

Kim Siever — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:39:36 +0000

Yes.

By: ltbugaf

ltbugaf — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:36:44 +0000

Kim, does that mean I’m making you happy or sad?

By: Kim Siever

Kim Siever — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:35:33 +0000

I can tell.

By: ltbugaf

ltbugaf — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:32:47 +0000

By the way, I’m glad the “related posts” feature was added. I really get a kick out of resurrecting these very old posts.

By: ltbugaf

ltbugaf — Wed, 15 Mar 2006 19:29:29 +0000

A man who was the sole survivor of a shipwreck found himself stranded on a remote, uncharted island. After several days of wandering in search of food and water, he was picked up and brought to a small village of huts. A group of men previously marooned had lived there for years without being rescued. They helped him make a small shelter, showed him how to get water and shared their food supply. After he recovered his health and began to fit in to the daily rhythms of the group, he finally gathered the courage to ask about the strange ritual they carried on each afternoon. The men would gather in a clearing and sit silently. Then one would shout out, “Number 16!” The others would all laugh uproariously. Then another man said, “Number 47!” followed by pleasant giggles. A third man burst out, “Number 8!” This was followed by blushes and embarrassed guffaws. The newcomer couldn’t make sense of it all, so he asked the apparent leader of the group what was going on.

“We’ve lived together for so long that we’ve already heard every joke that every guy here knows. A couple of years ago, we decided if all we could do was tell the same ones over and over again, we might as well save time. So we gave each joke a number, and we just tell it that way.”

The newcomer was amazed. Timidly, he asked if he might try to join in. “Sure,” said the leader, “give it a go.”

“Number 22!” the man shouted. There was no laughter, only bored silence.

“What’s wrong?” asked the newcomer, “isn’t there a number 22? Isn’t it funny?”

“Sure, 22 is a great joke,” said the leader.

“Then why didn’t anyone laugh?”

“Some guys just don’t know how to tell a joke.”

By: Bryce

Bryce — Tue, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000

That made me laugh.

Reminds me of one night as we were kneeling for our evening prayer together. The phone rang, and our district leader, who in the middle of praying for the group, paused, waited for two rings, then said, "wait just a second," and answered the phone.