One Sunday in a Midwest city a young child was “acting up” during the morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer the little one called loudly to the congregation, “Pray for me! Pray for me!”
A little boy’s prayer: “Dear God, please take care of my daddy and my mommy and my sister and my brother and my doggy and me. Oh, please take care of yourself, God. If anything happens to you, we’re gonna be in a big mess.”
A woman invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to her six- year-old daughter and said, “Would you like to say the blessing?”. “I wouldn’t know what to say,” the little girl replied. “Just say what you hear Mommy say,” the mother said. The little girl bowed her head and said, “Dear Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?”
A daddy was listening to his little boy say his prayers one evening and was surprised as the little fella prayed, “Dear Harold”. At this, dad interrupted and said, “Wait a minute, Johnny, Why did you call God ‘Harold'”? Johnny looked up and said, “That’s what they call Him in church, Daddy, you know the prayer we say, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, Harold be Thy Name.”
During the pastor’s prayer one Sunday, there was a loud whistle from one of the back pews. Gary’s mother was horrified. She pinched him into silence, and after church asked: “Gary, whatever made you do such a thing?”
Gary answered soberly: “I asked God to teach me to whistle… and He just then did!”
A five-year-old said grace at family dinner one night. “Dear God, thank you for these pancakes…” When he concluded, his parents asked him why he thanked God for pancakes when they were having chicken. He smiled and said, “I thought I’d see if He was paying attention tonight.”
A rabbi said to a precocious six-year-old boy: “So your mother says your prayers for you each night. Very commendable. What does she say?”
The little boy replied, “Thank God he’s in bed!”.
Suzy had been misbehaving and was sent to her room. After a while she emerged and informed her mother that she had thought it over and then said a prayer.
“Fine”, said the pleased mother. “If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you.”
“Oh, I didn’t ask Him to help me not misbehave,” said Suzy. “I just asked Him to help you put up with me.”