Tomatoes Are Red; Violets are Blue

                    A True Story As Told By George Roberts

          My friend, George,  told me an unusual  story the other day.   He
     said that he let  some of his tomatoes get too cold  one night after a
     neighbor had warned him about the cold snap coming through that night.
     "You best be  getting those tomatoes cover tonight,  George," he said.
     "It's coming down cold  tonight and our tomatoes  ain't gonna make  it
     lessen  we cover  um up."   Well,  George didn't  take his  neighbor's
     advice.  "I told ya," said  his neighbor, "you should have covered  um
     up.   Now look at  um?"  The neighbor was  right; they looked pitiful.
     While the neighbor's garden, including his tomatoes were turning  nice
     and juicy red,  the tomatoes George failed to  protect were shriveling
     and turning an ugly color of green.

          Deciding he might as well destroy them, he went to the garden one
     day with every intention of  doing exactly that.  When he got there, a
     thought  struck him.   Instead of  destroying the plants,  he chose to
     exercise authority over them.  How did  he do that, you may ask?  With
     words.   He spoke to  them.   That's right.   He spoke  to the  tomato
     plants and commanded them, in the name of Jesus Christ, to live and to
     grow.  No, he didn't do  this just once.  He did it  often and several
     times a day.

          After a few  days of this, with no noticeable  change, he decided
     it wasn't going to  work.  So he returned to the garden  to get rid of
     those pitiful looking tomato  plants.  As he reached down  to grab the
     first plant to pull it  from the soil, he heard a  volcanic voice boom
     in his mind say,  "What are you doing?"   He nearly jumped out of  his
     skin from shock.

          "Nothing," he stammered  and backed peddled away  from the plants
     as fast as he could go.

          By the end of the season, the Tomatoes where the reddest  and the
     best tasting tomatoes he and his family had ever eaten.

          If you doubt the  validity of this story, let me  know and I will
     put you in touch with George  directly.  He will be happy to  tell you
     the story of how big God is even when it comes to tomato plants.

          I  only  have one  question  for you  to  ponder.   Was  God more
     interested  in  those pitiful  dying  tomato  plants  or was  He  more
     interest in George whom He loves?

     Phil Scovell
     Denver, colorado  USA
     Mountain Time Zone
     Web:  WWW.SafePlaceFellowship.COM