Never Know Who Might Be Listening

Jim met an old friend from college days long after both retired. They were classmates on the beautiful campus, of a small religious school. Tuition was low, the people were nice and the academics were good. No one knew they weren’t believers. Both had kept that quiet. But now in old age Bill had found God and it was driving his friend Jim nuts. What happened to you, Jim asked and Bill said it happened after his wife died. Someone told him to pray to a God who might be there. Bill figured it couldn’t hurt. One night he woke up startled in his recliner. He had become a believer. Be careful who you talk to, Bill told Jim, Never know who might be listening. Donal Mahoney