Pecans in the Cemetery

I would like to thank everyone who posted a comment on my last post. I think I got more comments from that post than any other I have posted. I have told you guys many times, I do not consider myself a writer but I found a secret. If you ask God to guide your thoughts while you are writing, you can not go wrong. My last post was definately God. I mean I had some ideas but God is the one who put them all together. I knew that after I had stopped writing for the fourth time because I was about to get emotional. OK, I admit it, I am a cryer. Give me a break, I am old and I am allowed to cry if I want to. So anyway thank you. I am glad that it touched so many people.

So now that I have posted a serious post, I wanted to give you guys a gift. A little joke a friend of mine sent to me. I hope you like it.


On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence.

One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts. "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy.Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me." He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. "Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls." The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk." When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.

Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me..."
The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' me the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord." Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.

At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the
fence and we'll be done."

They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.

That's just funny, I don't care who you are. I hope you liked it as much as I did.

Have a great week and God bless,
Joe

Pecans in the Cemetery