Stop Me If You've Heard This One, God

 

 

 

"I think I found God," said one little old lady to her friend.

 

"Where'd you find Him," her friend asked.

 

"In the refrigerator, behind the pickles."

 

"That's not God, that's the potato salad leftover from our picnic last May," her friend said.

 

The first little old lady was disappointed but in a few days she came back. "I'm pretty sure I've found God," she said. "He works down at the Wal-Mart and he must be God because when I went in, he called me by name."

 

"That's not God," said her friend. "That's old Jimmy Weber, he's lived next door to you for twenty-five years. Of course he knows your name."

 

Disappointed but not discouraged, the little old lady kept looking. Finally, several weeks later she came to her friend again. "I know I've found God this time," she said.

 

"Where?" asked her friend.

 

"You know that little light on the dashboard of a car that comes on when you haven't buckled your seat belt? That's God. How else could it know?"

 

"You know, you're right," said her friend. "And I think you've been right all the time and I've been wrong."

 

"You think so?"

 

"Yes, because if God isn't in the voice of an old friend, or the miracle of life in even awkward places like the back of a refrigerator, or in the little marvels of ordinary living, then I don't know where He would be," said her friend.

 

The little old lady thought about that for a bit and said. "Maybe He's still in Pomona where we left Him at the bus stop?"