Praise the Lord
Posted: December 16th, 2004, 1:41 pm
A visiting minister waxed eloquent words during the offertory prayer. "Dear Lord," he began with his arms extended toward Heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but dust..."
He would have continued after his intentional pause for effect, but a very obedient child who was listening carefully close to the altar leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her unintentionally shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what's butt dust?"
He would have continued after his intentional pause for effect, but a very obedient child who was listening carefully close to the altar leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her unintentionally shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what's butt dust?"