Johnny was going home one day past his grandfather’s house with a couple of his chums. As they passed the house they spied the old gentleman out on his sun porch in his rocking chair with a big black book (the bible) on his lap reading rather intently.
“What’s your grandfather doing“, asked one of Johnny’s friends.
“Oh – grandpa – he’s cramming for the finals“, Johnny replied.
“For, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” And this is the word that was preached to you.”