A Sunday Sermon

A visiting minister began the offertory prayer:

“Dear Lord,” he said 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) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, “Mommy, what is butt dust?”

A Sunday Sermon
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