Post by JJ Judkins on May 16, 2006 17:37:53 GMT -6
A visiting minister waxed eloquent during the offertory prayer.
"Dear Lord," he 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, my very obedient daughter (who was listening carefully for a change!) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust"?
"Dear Lord," he 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, my very obedient daughter (who was listening carefully for a change!) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust"?