A
little girl was sitting on the lap of her grandfather. For the first time, the
child was really giving her grandfather the once-over. She examined his
wrinkled skin, and his gray hair. "Grandfather," she asked him,
"did God make you?" "Sure, sweetheart." Then she looked at
herself. Smooth skin. Blonde hair. "Grandfather, did God make me?"
"Absolutely!" he answered." There was a moment of silence while
she thought about the differences between the two of them.
"Grandfather," she asked, "don't you think God's doing a better
job than He used to?"
