MOM: Butch, Michael called.

BUTCH: Oh, I've already tried to call him but I remembered he was out of town.

MOM: I was sure he said it was Michael and you were to call him.

BUTCH: Michael Burns?

MOM: Oh, no, it was Michael Black.

BUTCH: That reminds me, Mom. Sally said she had a date with Michael.

MOM: Michael Black?

BUTCH: No, Michael Johnson.

MOM: There seems to be too many Michaels.

BUTCH: There sure is. I was saying my bedtime prayers Friday night and was praying for one of my fellow students who is having heart surgery and his name was Michael.

MOM: Which Michael were you praying for?

BUTCH: One of my school mate's mom is a nurse on the floor where Michael is and call to say he was okay. Funny thing, mom, I didn't mention a last name and she told me that there were 3 Michaels on the floor and all were doing okay. I guess I prayed for all of them.

MOM: There must also be a lot of Butch's and Joes and James.

BUTCH: I thought about that, mom. You know which Butch I am.

MOM: I sure do. Why would you say something like that?

BUTCH: When I prayed for Michael, God knew which one, just like you know which Butch.

MOM: You mean, just like I know you, God knows all His children?

BUTCH: That's right, mom.

MOM: Boys and Girls, do you think God ever gets tired of caring for so many people? Do you ever wonder if He is too busy to hear your request, fears, or problems?

BUTCH: No, mom, I don't. And I am sure these boys and girls don't either. Don't worry, boys and girls, God knows each of His children, and each one is special to Him.

MOM: See you boys and girls.

BUTCH: Bye. See you next week.