Pity the poor atheist. His life is a straight line from birth to death. At death, his straight line of life takes a horrible plunge. He now realizes his grand mistake. He asks for a ‘do over.’ God declines. Then he suggests a substitute punishment, like maybe twenty push-ups?

When you’re good, you’re good. Arrogance had me believing there were no boll weevils in my cotton.

She’s not only wanting to cure my sore throat, she wants to turn it into a smooth-operating Panama Canal.

Like April’s two donkeys, a thankful Believer always keeps his eyes on his Life-giver. He succeeds because his faith trumps everything, including in the infallible truth he will eventually join his Life-giver for all of eternity.