Dear Lord," the pastor began, with arms extended and a rapturous look on
his upturned face, "without you we are but dust..."
He would have continued, but at that moment one very obedient little
girl (who was listening carefully for a change!) leaned over to her
mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy,
WHAT is butt dust?"
Church was pretty much over at that point...
his upturned face, "without you we are but dust..."
He would have continued, but at that moment one very obedient little
girl (who was listening carefully for a change!) leaned over to her
mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy,
WHAT is butt dust?"
Church was pretty much over at that point...