The preacher of a small village has a bright 5-year-old daughter.
She often noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon.
She asked him, “Dad, why are you doing that every Sunday?”
“Well, Honey,” he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages, “I’m asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon.”
Looking incredulous, she asks, “How come he doesn’t answer it?”
Thanks to Vandana