An old fashioned quill, presented and still, waited for the writer's grip. It was empty of ink and needed a drink, even just one little sip. As the scribes hand, reached for the stand another Hand then intervened; JESUS Himself, took the pen from the shelf wanting to use it, it seemed. In the blink of an eye, the writer knew why, as the LORD then began to smile; He tickled the scribe, who belonged to His tribe, enjoying the fun for awhile! Who would have thought, a quill could have brought, such laughter to FATHER and daughter; by this loving act it became a true fact that JESUS was not bricks and mortar!