BUTCH: Mom, you won't believe what happened at the ball game last night.

MOM: It must have really been something if you still remember it this morning.

BUTCH: It was. As I was approaching the ticket gate the was a boy ahead of me who was arguing with the ticket man.

MOM: Well, Butch, those kind of things happen, you know.

BUTCH: I know, but I don't want the ticket man to get into trouble.

MOM: How could he get into trouble?

BUTCH: The boy was Max Kidd, he's the principal's son.

MOM: Now you have my interest. What happened?

BUTCH: Max was telling the ticket man that he had just picked up the wrong ticket. The ticket he had was for the last game, not this game. He argued with the ticket man and told him he didn't know who he was messing with.

MOM:` I bet Max told him, didn't he.

BUTCH: Yes he did tell the ticket man that his dad was principal and the ticket man said that was nice.

MOM: He didn't get in, did he?

BUTCH: No he didn't. That was the reason I was worried about the ticket man.

MOM: The ticket man did the right thing. He doesn't care who you are, all he does is look to see if you have the right ticket.

BUTCH: I'm glad, Mom. He is such a nice guy.

MOM: You know, Butch, that is the way God works.

BUTCH: God works like the ticket man?

MOM: That's right. Christ, and Christ alone is our ticket to heaven. God won't look at our faces or at who we are. He will only look to see if we have Christ in our hearts.

BUTCH: You mean we'll get into heaven only if we have accepted Him as Savior?

MOM: You've got the idea. How about you boys and girls. Do you have the right ticket. See you later. Bye.

BUTCH: See you later, Mom. Bye boys and girls.