A country preacher decided to skip services one Sunday and head to the hills to do some
bear hunting. As he rounded the corner on a perilous twist in the trail, he and a bear
collided, sending him and his rifle tumbling down the mountainside. Before he knew it, his
rifle went one way and he went the other, landing on a rock and breaking both legs. That
was the good news. The bad news was the ferocious bear charging at him from a distance,
and he couldn’t move.

"Oh, Lord," the preacher prayed, "I’m so sorry for skipping
services today to come out here and hunt. Please forgive me and grant me just one wish ..
please make a Christian out of that bear that’s coming at me. Please, Lord!"

That very instant, the bear skidded to a halt, fell to its knees, clasped its paws
together and began to pray aloud right at the preacher’s feet. "Dear God, bless
this food I am about to receive…"