By Anonymous
Edited by Morris Dean
The children were all lined up for their first confession when Little Johnny’s turn came. The priest asked him to confess his sins, and the boy promptly replied, “Father, I threw a stone at Jimmy.”
“That was a very misguided thing to do, my son,” said the priest patiently.
“It wasn’t misguided at all,” said Little Johnny. “I hit him.”
In the days when confessions had to be made before a priest, four young boys came together; the priest took them one at a time, starting with the biggest.
He was a boy of around age ten, and at the conclusion of a list of wrong-doings, he said, "And please forgive me for throwing peanuts in the brook."
The priest was somewhat curious about this last "sin," but decided not to say anything. The next boy, also 10, but a little smaller in size, also recited his list of sins for the week, and ended with the same one, "Please forgive me for throwing peanuts in the brook."
Now the priest was getting very curious, but again said nothing. After the third boy repeated the pattern, the priest decided that he would wait until the last of the four confessed before asking about this strange confession.
However, when the smallest boy came in, he recited his list of sins, then started to leave.
The priest blurted out, "But aren't you going to ask forgiveness for throwing peanuts in the brook?"
"Why?" asked the boy. "I'm Peanuts."
"William," said the Sunday school teacher, "can you tell me what we must do before we can expect forgiveness of sin?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied the boy. "We've got to sin."
I took Ellen, a friend of mine who is visually impaired, to church with me this morning. Several of the children in the congregation were fascinated with her Braille Bible.
One of the adults came over to see what the kids were so excited about, and Ellen told the woman, "Oh, well, I was telling them how bumpy the road to salvation is."
Edited by Morris Dean
The children were all lined up for their first confession when Little Johnny’s turn came. The priest asked him to confess his sins, and the boy promptly replied, “Father, I threw a stone at Jimmy.”
“That was a very misguided thing to do, my son,” said the priest patiently.
“It wasn’t misguided at all,” said Little Johnny. “I hit him.”
In the days when confessions had to be made before a priest, four young boys came together; the priest took them one at a time, starting with the biggest.
He was a boy of around age ten, and at the conclusion of a list of wrong-doings, he said, "And please forgive me for throwing peanuts in the brook."
The priest was somewhat curious about this last "sin," but decided not to say anything. The next boy, also 10, but a little smaller in size, also recited his list of sins for the week, and ended with the same one, "Please forgive me for throwing peanuts in the brook."
Now the priest was getting very curious, but again said nothing. After the third boy repeated the pattern, the priest decided that he would wait until the last of the four confessed before asking about this strange confession.
However, when the smallest boy came in, he recited his list of sins, then started to leave.
The priest blurted out, "But aren't you going to ask forgiveness for throwing peanuts in the brook?"
"Why?" asked the boy. "I'm Peanuts."
"William," said the Sunday school teacher, "can you tell me what we must do before we can expect forgiveness of sin?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied the boy. "We've got to sin."
I took Ellen, a friend of mine who is visually impaired, to church with me this morning. Several of the children in the congregation were fascinated with her Braille Bible.
One of the adults came over to see what the kids were so excited about, and Ellen told the woman, "Oh, well, I was telling them how bumpy the road to salvation is."
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