Fred Craddock tells the story of a baby being born on one of the weeks when it was his turn to serve as Chaplain at a hospital in North Georgia. Not many babies were born in that little hospital, so this was a big event and a large crowd was gathered in front of the windows to the nursery. Fred went in and joined the folks ogling the little infant wrapped in the pink blanket. She was crying up quite a storm, all red-faced and out of sorts.

“Is the father here?” Fred asked. “I’m the father,” answered a very somber and worried-looking young man leaning up against a wall on the other side of the room. Fred thought the fellow might be upset that the baby was carrying on like that, maybe thinking something was wrong, or that the baby was sick. So Fred went over and assured him that it was normal for a baby to cry and scream like that, and that its actually good for the baby because it clears out the bronchial tubes and opens up the lungs.

“I know she ain’t sick,” the dad answered. “ She’s just mad as hell.”

“Mad? Why would she be mad?”

“Well, wouldn’t YOU be mad?” the young man asked.

“One minute, you’re with God in heaven, the next minute you’re in Georgia!!”

Sorry, Dawg fans!