It was the day of Murphy’s wife’s funeral and together with his family and friends he was at his wife’s graveside for the burial.
The funeral service had barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, which was followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, then accompanied by even more thunder rumbling away in the distance.
Murphy looked at the pastor and calmly said, “Well, she’s there. It’s God’s Problem Now”.
Image used with permission from Tony Payne
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