True story, sounds like a joke, isn't
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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Thu, 22 May 97 01:05:30 -0700
Subject: True story, sounds like a joke, isn't
[Hmmmm... perhaps just a little too good to be true... -psl]
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Real letter forwarded by a real person, not identified here
to be protected from the wrath of one deity or another:
> Dear John,
> As you know, We've been working real hard in our town to get
> prayer back in our schools. Finally, the school board approved a
> plan of teacher-led prayer with the children participating at
> their own option. Children not wishing to participate were to
> be allowed to stand out in the hallway during prayer time. We
> hoped someone would sue us so we could go all the way to the
> supreme court and get the old devil-inspired ruling reversed.
> Naturally, we were all excited by the school board action. As
> you know, our own little Billy (not so little, any more though)
> is now in the second grade. Of course, Margaret and I explained
> to him no matter what the other kids did, he was going to stay
> in the classroom and participate.
> After the first day of school, I asked him "how did the
> prayer time go?"
> "Did many kids go out into the hallway?"
> "Excellent. How did you like your teachers prayer?"
> "It was different, dad. Real different from the way you pray."
> "Oh? Like how?"
> "She said,'Hail Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners...'"
> The next day I talked with the principal. I politely explained
> I wasn't prejudiced against Catholics but I would appreciate
> Billy being transferred to a non-Catholic teacher. The
> principal said it would be done right away.
> At supper that evening I asked Billy to say the blessings. He
> slipped out of his chair, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes,
> raised his hand palms up in the air and began to hum.
> You'd better believe I was at the principal's office at eight
> o'clock the next morning. "Look," I said. 'I don't really know
> much about these Transcendental Meditationists, but I would feel
> a lot more comfortable If you could move Billy to a room where
> the teacher practices an older, more established religion.
> That afternoon I met Billy as soon as he walked in the door
> after school.
> "I don't think you're going to like Mrs. Nakasone's prayer,
> either, Dad."
> "Out with it."
> "She kept calling O Great Buddha..."
> The following morning I was waiting for the principal in the
> school parking lot.
> "Look, I don't want my son praying to the Eternal Spirit of
> whatever to Buddha. I want him to have a teacher who prays in
> Jesus' name!"
> "What about Bertha Smith?"
> I could hardly wait to hear about Mrs. Smith's prayer. I was
> standing on the front steps of the school when the final bell
> "Well?" I asked Billy as we walked towards the car.
> "Okay what?"
> "Mrs. Smith asked God to bless us and ended her prayer in Jesus'
> name, amen just like you."
> I breathed a sigh of relief. "Now we're getting some place."
> "She even taught us a verse of scripture about prayer," said
> I beamed. "Wonderful. What was the verse?"
> "Lets see..." he mused for a moment. "And behold, they began to
> pray; and they did pray unto Jesus, calling him their Lord and
> their God."
> We had reached the car. "Fantastic," I said reaching for the
> door handle. Then paused. I couldn't place the scripture.
> "Billy, did Mrs. Smith say what book that verse was from?"
> "Third Nephi, chapter 19, verse 18."
> "Nephi what?"
> "Nephi," he said. "It's in the Book of Mormon.
> The school board doesn't meet for a month. I've given Billy
> very definite instructions that at prayer time each day he's to
> go out into the hallway. I plan to be at that board meeting. If
> they don't do something about this situation, I'LL sue. I'LL
> take it all the way to the Supreme Court if I have to. I don't
> need schools or anybody else teaching my son about religion. We
> can take care of that ourselves at home and at church, thank
> you very much.
> Give my love to Sandi and the boys.
> Your buddy,
> CALVARY BAPTIST CHURCH
© 1997 Peter Langston