Sanctify God's Name

Well I am waiting for the dryer to finish off a batch of clothes.  I went downstairs and graded (there is daylight at the end of the paper assignment 2 tunnel) and came upstairs to find dampness, so while I wait, here I am.

Here is my favorite little pearl I picked up at the circuit assembly on Saturday.  We have a new circuit overseer that I have not met yet (he comes to Windber the first week of December) but I saw him before the session started and I thought who is that tall fella in a green tie?  Of course it was him.  Gotta say that tie worked for me!  Anyhow, on the part about sanctifying Jehovah's name, he said, "We all have the same father and the same last name."

So when we go out in service, people see us, they don't say there goes Mark Harrison (that's our new CO's name).  They say there goes one of Jehovah's Witnesses.  We all have the same father, Jehovah, and we all have the same last name, Witnesses.

Ain't that cute?

So anyhow, Fay told me a joke on the way over there.  I have to share.  It goes like this:

A brother had a talking parrot for many years and when he finished his life's course, his family came along and resold the bird at the pet shop.  So a guy buys the bird, takes it home, and the next morning is Sunday.  The bird is waking him up and it's saying:  "It's Sunday.  Time to get up and go to the Kingdom Hall.  Get up sleepy head."  And the bird will not shut up and let him sleep in so he finally moves the bird to the living room.

The next day when he gets up and is leaving for work, the bird says:  "Time for the daily text," over and over till the guy finally goes early just to get away from the squawk box.  When he comes home, the bird starts in again saying:  "Read the Bible daily," over and over. 

The bird is really gorgeous and he wanted a talking bird, but this one has such a limited vocabulary.  So he sits there arguing with it and finally saying a few expletives and the bird says "the tongue is a fire James chapter three" over and over till the man blows his cool and grabs the bird and slings it against the wall!  Feeling contrite, ashamed, and scared, the man runs over to where the bird lies on the floor, shaking its feathers a little and coming back around but he also has a damaged wing.  The bird looks at the man and in a panicky squawk starts saying:  No Blood!  No Blood!


Which reminds me that Carly is carpooling to Derry for clinical class this month and she and another girl stopped at Petco in Latrobe.  Well, all the Halloween costumes for dogs were on clearance and the other girl has a Yorkie and was grabbing all the little outfits.  Then she asked Carly if she wanted some because she knows Carly has a Chihuahua.  And Carly said, "You can have them.  My dog is a Jehovah's Witness so she won't be wearing pumpkin sweaters."

Good night my sisters.  We all have the same Father and the same last name.