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Trader Jakes – Issue 814- November 30, 2018

Page 12 “Thank You For Reading Trader Jakes”

A Friend of God is a Friend of Mine


A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the people

were in and out of the cold.The little boy was so cold that he

wasn't trying to sell many


walked up to a police-

man and said,"Mister,you wouldn't happen to know where a

poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you ?

You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down

the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be

nice to have a warm place to stay."The policeman looked down

at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to that big

white house and you knock on the door. When they come out

the door you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in."So he

did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a

lady answered. He looked up and said,"John 3:16." The lady

said, "Come on in, Son."She took him in and she sat him down

in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and

she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to him-

self: John 3:16...I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold

boy warm. Later she came back and asked him "Are you hun-

gry ? "He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of

days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food,"The lady took

him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonder-

ful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he

thought to himself: John 3:16 ...Boy, I sure don't understand

it but it sure makes a hungry boy full. She took him upstairs to

a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he

sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to

himself: John 3:16 ..I sure don't understand it, but it sure

makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real

bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I

stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.

The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked

him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his

neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay

in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow com-

ing down on that cold night, he thought to himself: John 3:16

..I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested.The

next morning the lady came back up and took him down again

to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him

back to that same big old split bottomrocker in front of the fire-

place and picked up a big old Bible. She sat down in front of

him and looked into his young face."Do you understand John

3:16 ?" she asked gently. He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The

first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told

me to use it,"She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began

to explain to him about Jesus. Right there, in front of that big

old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there

and thought: John 3:16 -- don't understand it, but it sure

makes a lost boy feel safe.You know, I have to confess I don't

understand it either, how God was willing to send His Son to

die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I

don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel in

heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't under-

stand the intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till

the end..I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth

living. John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his

only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not

perish, but have everlasting life.

Jails and Nursing Homes


Let's put the seniors in jail and the criminals in nursing homes.

This would correct two things in one motion: Seniors would

have access to showers, hobbies and walks.They would

receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical-

treatment, wheel chairs, etc.They would receive money

instead of having to pay it out.They would have constant

video monitoring, so they would be helped instantly if they

fell or needed assistance. Bedding would be washed twice a

week and all clothing would be ironed and returned to

them..A guard would check on them every 20 minutes.All

meals and snacks would be brought to them.They would

have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.They would

have access to a library, weight/fitness room, spiritualcoun-

seling, and education...and free admission to in-house con-

certs by nationally recognized entertainment artists. Simple

clothing - i.e., shoes, slippers, pj's - and legal aid would be

free, upon request. There would be private, secure rooms

provided for all with an outdoor exercise yard complete with

gardens. Each senior would have a P.C., T.V., phone and radio

in their room at no cost. They would receive daily phone calls.

There would be a board of directors to hear any complaints

and the ACLU would fight for their rights and protection. The

guards would have a code of conduct to be strictly adhered

to, with attorneys available, at no charge to protect the

seniors and their families from abuse or neglect.


They would receive cold food.

They would be left alone and unsupervised.

They would receive showers once a week.

They would live in tiny rooms, for which they would have to

pay $5,000 per month. They would have no hope of ever get-

ting out."Sounds like justice to me!"(If you agree, pass this


“T he Woodpecker Might have to go!”


My mother was away all weekend at a business conference. During

a break, she decided to call home collect. My six-year-old brother

picked up the phone and heard a stranger's voice say, "We have a

Marcia on the line. Will you accept the charges?" Frantic, he

dropped the receiver and came charging outside screaming, "Dad!

They've got Mom! And they want money!"