Comics: Tastes Like Chicken
The Mop
By Ronnie Wyatt
After being warned a number of times about taking food and drink into the living room, little Davey flopped on the couch with his big glass of fruit punch. Hearing the door open, he became startled knowing he was in trouble, and accidentally spilled his fruit punch on the floor. After a good scolding he was ordered to clean up the mess himself. Dashing to the back porch to get the mop he suddenly realized it was dark outside! Davey, being very scared of the dark, became apprehensive about reaching out the door for the mop. His mother reminded him Jesus is everywhere–even in the dark. Davey thought for a minute. Then, putting his face to the door, he said, "Jesus, if you're out there, will you hand me the mop?"
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Comics: Tastes Like Chicken
No Room At The Inn
By Ronnie Wyatt
Many years ago, a Jewish lady named Mrs. Rosenberg was stranded late one night at a fashionable resort – one that did not admit Jews. The desk clerk looked down at his book and said, "Sorry, no room. The hotel is full." The Jewish lady said, "But your sign says that you have vacancies."
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Camping with Uncle Bob
By Ronnie Wyatt
So, you think you’ve had a bad day? Enjoy this letter received from an eight year old son’s camping trip:
Dear Mom and Dad,
