From: Kenneth Landreth
Columbus
On the wall at the foot of my bed is an 8 x 10 sheet of paper I see each day when I wake up. Written on that paper are these words: “Good morning. This is God. I will be handling all your problems today. I will not need your help, so relax and have a great day.”
I can’t help to think, boy, we need his help in Washington, but then I stop and think again. There already is someone there. He wears a red suit, has horns and carries a pitchfork. So, is it too late the the man I know? I hope not.
