Don’t Knock on the Door If You Like Breathing (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 24 2024	Views/Reads: 85/75	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Man will fail me, but God will never fail me. I’m going to put my trust in God, not man.

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activity at the front door. 

The guy hardly finished his spiel before The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage jumped in. 

“Do you have a permit for this?” She said with a great deal of authority
in her voice. “You're not allowed to come in our neighborhood and knock 
on our doors without a permit. Let me see your permit.” 

He stammered and said, “No, ma'am. I don't need a permit to do this.” 

Looking at him as he had not been looked at for a long time, she said,
“If I say you need a permit to do this, you better believe you need a 
permit to do this. Now show me your permit or I'm gonna call the cops.” 


Can life get any better than this? If only I had the sense to turn a
tape recorder on, I could at least get the audio of this interaction. 

She talked to him very briefly, and as I looked at his face, I could see
the blood draining out of his face; he didn't say a word but turned and 
walked away as fast as he possibly could. 

As he walked away, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “And
don't you dare come back here ever again if you love breathing.” 

I couldn't help but think of Psalm 118, “It is better to trust in the
Lord than to put confidence in man.” 

Man will fail me, but God will never fail me. I'm going to put my trust
in God, not man.


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