Mom was helping two-year-old Henry with his prayers one night. She would say a line, then have him repeat it. The prayer was going well until Mom said, “I thank thee for all thy blessings.” Henry responded graciously, “You’re welcome.” (Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, p. 98)
A young boy who had lost his father knew that his widowed mother was having a hard time making ends meet. He wrote a letter to the Lord and said, “Dear Heavenly Father, please send Mom a hundred dollars to help with our family.”
The letter ended up on the postmaster general’s desk, and he was quite touched by it. So he took a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and put it in an official postmaster general envelope and sent it to the boy.
About two weeks later he got a letter back that said, “Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for all that you have done. But we need another hundred dollars. And if you don’t mind, when you send it to Mom, please don’t route it through the U.S. mail, because last time the government took most of it!” (Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, p. 95)
There is something kind of sad about atheists; when they feel grateful for their blessings, they have no one to thank. (Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, p. 96)
Shortly before Uncle Golden’s death, several men were chosen and ordained as assistants to the Twelve. A friend asked him what he thought about this turn of events.
He said, “It’s a good idea to have some spare in the Quorum--heaven knows, there are some on it who are flats.” (More J. Golden Kimball Stories, p. 53)