Little Johnny came into the kitchen where his mother was making
dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a
good time to tell his mother what he wanted.
"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Johnny was a bit of
a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Johnny's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike
for his birthday.
Little Johnny, of course, thought he did.
Johnny's mother wanted Johnny to reflect on his behavior over
the last year. "Go to your room, Johnny, and think about how
you have behaved this year.
Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike
for your birthday." Little Johnny stomped over to his room and
sat down to write God a letter.
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike
for my birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend, Johnny
Johnny knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good
boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over
Dear God, This is your friend, Johnny. I have been a pretty good
boy this year and would like a red bike for my birthday. Thank you.
Your friend, Johnny
Johnny knew that this wasn't true, either. So, he tore up the
letter and started again.
I have been an "OK" boy this year. I still would really like a
red bike for my birthday. Johnny
Johnny knew he could not send this letter to God either. So,
Johnny wrote another letter.
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I
will be a good boy if you just send me a red bike for my
Thank you, Johnny
Johnny knew this letter was not going to get him a bike. By now,
Johnny was very upset. He went to the kitchen and told his mom
wanted to go to church.
"Just be home in time for dinner," Johnny's mother told him.
Johnny walked down the street to the church on the corner. He
the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone
Johnny bent down and picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He
slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the
into the house, and over to his room. He shut the door to his
room and sat
down with a piece of paper and a pen. Johnny began to write his
letter to God.
I'VE GOT YOUR MOTHER. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE
Signed, YOU KNOW WHO