A little boy walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, he made his daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little boy felt concerned that her son would be frightened as he walked home from school and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.
Following the roar of thunder, lightning would cut through the sky like a flaming sword. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw her little boy walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and, with each the little boy would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother's car drew up beside the child she lowered the window and called to him, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?" The child answered, "I am trying to look nice, God keeps taking my picture."
Following the roar of thunder, lightning would cut through the sky like a flaming sword. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw her little boy walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and, with each the little boy would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother's car drew up beside the child she lowered the window and called to him, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?" The child answered, "I am trying to look nice, God keeps taking my picture."
