“Lord,” the man prayed, “it’s these kids you gave me. They’re driving me nuts. They’ve phoned me fourteen times this week, and not once was it anything positive. They only called me to complain or to ask for something: ‘I hate my job.’ ‘My boss is a jerk.’ ‘I can’t stand this heat.’ ‘What do you do when the baby is teething?’ ‘Can you lend me a hundred bucks?’ ‘Can you babysit the grandkids while we go to the movies?’ ‘Can you fix our car?’”

“It is very frustrating,” the man continued. “You’d think that just once they would phone me up to thank me for something I’d done for them or to tell me some good news or to offer to do something for me. But no, it’s all asking and complaining. Lord, I taught them better than this. You’ve got to do something! Do you even know what I’m going through?”

“Oh,” came the answer, “I know.”