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A country
preacher decided to skip services one Sunday and head to the hills
to do some bear hunting. As he rounded the corner on a perilous
twist in the trail, he and a bear collided, sending him and his
rifle tumbling down the mountainside. Before he knew it, his rifle
went one way and he went the other, landing on a rock and breaking
both legs. That was the good news. The bad news was the ferocious
bear charging at him from a distance, and he couldn't move. "Oh,
Lord," the preacher prayed, "I'm so sorry for skipping
services today to come out here and hunt. Please forgive me and
grant me just one wish...please make a Christian out of that bear
that's coming at me. Please, Lord!"
That
very instant, the bear skidded to a halt, fell to its knees, clasped
its paws together and began to pray aloud right at the preacher's
feet. "Dear God, bless this food I am about to receive...."
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