The child was a typical 4-year-old girl—cute, inquisitive, bright as a new penny. When she expressed difficulty in grasping the concept of marriage, her father decided to pull out his wedding photo album, thinking visual images would help.
One page after another, he pointed out the bride arriving at the church, the entrance, the wedding ceremony, the recessional, the reception, everything.
The father asked, “Now do you understand?”
The child replied, “I think so. Is that when mommy came to work for us?”
Pat and Mike, both in their 90s, had played professional baseball together. After they retired, they remained close friends.
Pat suddenly fell deathly ill. Mike visited Pat on his deathbed. After they talked a while, and it became obvious that Pat had only a few more minutes to live, Mike said, “Listen old friend, after you die, try and get a message back to me. I want to know if there’s baseball in heaven.”
With his dying breath, Pat whispers, “If God permits, I’ll do my best to get you an answer.”
A few days after Pat died, Mike is sleeping, and he hears Pat’s voice.
Pat says, “Mike, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is, yes, there is baseball in heaven. The bad news is you’re scheduled to pitch the top half of tomorrow’s doubleheader.”
