The photographer, for a national magazine, was assigned to get photos of a

major forest fire.  Smoke, at the scene, was too thick to get any good shots.  So, he, frantically, called his home office to hire a plane.

   "It will be waiting for you at the airport!" he was assured by his editor.

   As soon as he got to the small, rural, airport, sure enough, a plane was

warming up near the runway.  He jumped in, with his equipment, and yelled,

"Let's go!  Let's go!"  The pilot swung the plane into the wind and, soon,

they were in the air.

   "Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer, "and make

three or four low level passes."

"Why?" asked the pilot.  "Because I'm going to take pictures!  I'm a

photographer and photographers take pictures!" said the photographer, with

great exasperation and impatience.

  After a long pause, the pilot said, "You mean you're not the instructor?

I was suppose to learn how to land the plane today."

Two men learned how to pray that day.

 
1 Thessalonians 5:16-19