Little Benjamin sat down to write a letter to God asking for a little baby sister. He started the letter out:

Dear God, I've been a very good boy....

He stopped, thinking, "No, God won't believe that." He wadded up the paper, threw it away, and started again:

Dear God, Most of the time I've been a good boy...He stopped in the middle of the line, again thinking, "God won't be moved by this," so into the trash can went the wad of paper.

Benjamin went into the bathroom, grabbed a big terrycloth towel off the bar, brought it into the living room and laid it on the couch. Then he went to the fireplace mantle, reached up and brought down a statue of the Madonna, the mother of Jesus, that he had eyed many times. Benjamin placed the statue in the middle of the towel, gently folded over the edges, and placed a rubber band around the whole thing. He brought it to the table, took another piece of paper, and began writing his third letter to God:

Dear God, If you ever want to see your mother again....

Benjamin wanted God to act. He wanted Him to act NOW! We get like that sometimes.