Little Leroy came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to
tell his mother what he wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my
birthday."
Little Leroy was a bit of a troublemaker.
He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Leroy's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for
his birthday. Little Leroy, of course, thought he did.
Leroy's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on
his behavior over the last year and write a letter to God and tell
him why he deserved a bike for his birthday.
Little Leroy stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write
God a letter.
LETTER 1:
Dear God: I want a bicycle for my
birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend,
Leroy
Leroy knew this wasn't true.
He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter
and started over.
LETTER 2:
Dear God:
This is your friend Leroy.
I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I would like a red bike
for my birthday.
Thank you,
Leroy
Leroy knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and
started again.
LETTER 3:
Dear God:
I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike
for my birthday.
Leroy
Leroy knew he could not send this letter to God either, so he wrote
another letter.
LETTER 4:
Dear God:
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry.
I will be a good boy if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you,
Leroy
Leroy knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get
him a bike.
By now, Leroy was very upset.
He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church.
Leroy's mother thought her plan had worked because Leroy looked very
sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.
Leroy walked down the street to the church and up to the altar.
He looked around to see if anyone was there.
He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary.
He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the
street, into his house, and up to his room.
He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and
a pen.
Leroy began to write his letter to God.
LETTER 5:
I GOT YOUR MAMA.
IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.
Signed,
YOU KNOW WHO
