When Billy Graham was a young preacher, he was leading a series of services in a small-town Baptist church. Because his wife, Ruth, had not accompanied him on this particular trip, he wrote her a letter.

It was a small town so he knew that he could find the post office. So he started down the street, but the post office wasn't in sight.

Finally, he asked an 8 or 10-year old boy, "Pardon me, son, but can you show me the way to the post office?"

"Sure," the boy answered. "It's just down this street and around the block."

Graham thanked the boy and turned to walk on; then, thoughtfully, turned back to the boy and said, "By the way, son, I'm preaching tonight at the Baptist church. Why don't you come and I'll tell you how to get to Heaven."

The boy thought for a moment, and then said, "No…