Unfortunately (at times) for my parents, I was a very smart child. And like most 5 year-olds, I didn't like going to church because I actually had to sit still for more than 10 minutes.
One Sunday as I was being corralled into the family's 1969 Dodge Sport Suburban Station Wagon (I'll never forget that car--had a 383!
) for the weekly trip to church, I asked my mom why we had to go. "We go to worship and pray," is what I think she said.
So I looked at her for a second and then asked "Is the steeple on top of the church an antenna to send our prayers to God?"
"No, it's not...that's just part of the church," she said.
"Well," I asked "then why can't we just stay home if God can hear our prayers from home?"
I got THAT
look and was told to get in the car.
'nuff said...I still think I won.