Post by Doug Parrish on Aug 30, 2006 11:58:45 GMT -5
Okay, I had to clean this one up a little. It wasn't dirty, but I changed the "bar" to a church. ;D
A guy from the big city was travelling through the country late one Wednesday night. The weather turned nasty, the rain was coming down in buckets, and the wind was whipping. Naturally, his car broke down. He pulled off the side of the road and said "Lord, please send me some help." After a couple of minutes he saw some headlights approaching. He got out and waved at the car.
Something was very strange. The car was moving very slowly, not making a single sound. In all the rain and wind, the car appeared to glow in an odd way. When the car got up beside the man, he jumped in and said "Thanks for the ride!" without looking over. After he heard no reply, he looked over to see no driver!
The man, scared witless, decides he better sit where he was, since after all, he did ask the Lord for help. As he was moving ever so slowly in this silent car with no driver, through the rain he could make out that he was approaching a sharp bend in the road. At the last minute, a hand silently reaches in the window and turns the wheel. Bewildered, the man just continues to ride in silence. For quite some time, the pattern repeats itself. The car rides along, and right before sharp curves the mysterious arm reaches in and turns the wheel.
At last the "ghost car" pulls into a little country church. The man jumps out, runs inside as fast as he can, and runs up front to the pulpit. Shaking, pale, the man shares with the people in the church what just happened. Looking at the man and listening to the conviction in his voice, no one in the church doubted he was telling the truth.
After a couple more minutes, two soaked country boys in overalls came in the back door of the church. One says to the other, "Billy bob, there's that feller that jumped in the car and rode while we had to push it all the way to church!"
;D
God Bless.
Doug
A guy from the big city was travelling through the country late one Wednesday night. The weather turned nasty, the rain was coming down in buckets, and the wind was whipping. Naturally, his car broke down. He pulled off the side of the road and said "Lord, please send me some help." After a couple of minutes he saw some headlights approaching. He got out and waved at the car.
Something was very strange. The car was moving very slowly, not making a single sound. In all the rain and wind, the car appeared to glow in an odd way. When the car got up beside the man, he jumped in and said "Thanks for the ride!" without looking over. After he heard no reply, he looked over to see no driver!
The man, scared witless, decides he better sit where he was, since after all, he did ask the Lord for help. As he was moving ever so slowly in this silent car with no driver, through the rain he could make out that he was approaching a sharp bend in the road. At the last minute, a hand silently reaches in the window and turns the wheel. Bewildered, the man just continues to ride in silence. For quite some time, the pattern repeats itself. The car rides along, and right before sharp curves the mysterious arm reaches in and turns the wheel.
At last the "ghost car" pulls into a little country church. The man jumps out, runs inside as fast as he can, and runs up front to the pulpit. Shaking, pale, the man shares with the people in the church what just happened. Looking at the man and listening to the conviction in his voice, no one in the church doubted he was telling the truth.
After a couple more minutes, two soaked country boys in overalls came in the back door of the church. One says to the other, "Billy bob, there's that feller that jumped in the car and rode while we had to push it all the way to church!"
;D
God Bless.
Doug