Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up & he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted.

"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school & at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday.

Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.

Bobby's mother, wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year.



"Go to your room Bobby & think about how you have behaved this year. Then write a letter to God & tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday."

Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room & sat down to write God a letter.



Letter # 1



Dear God,

I have been a very good boy this year & I would like a bike for my birthday.I want a red one. Your friend.



Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter & started over.



Letter # 2



Dear God,

This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year & I would like a red bike for my birthday. Thank you. Your friend Bobby



Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter & started again.



Letter # 3



Dear God,

I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.

Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter.



Letter # 4

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 bike for my birthday. Please! Thank you, Bobby

Bobby knew even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.



Now Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs & told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.



Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby went into the church & up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down & picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt & ran out of the church, down the street, into the house & up to his room. He shut the door to his room & sat down with a piece of paper & a pen.

Bobby began to write his letter to God.



Letter # 5

 

God, I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND ME THE BIKE

!!!!!!!!!!!! !



Bobby