My friend Norman was in front of me coming out of church one day, and the preacher was standing at the door as he always is to shake hands.
He grabbed Norman by the hand and pulled him aside.
Looking at him sternly, the Pastor told him, “You need to join the Army of the Lord!”
Norman replied, “I’m already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor.”
The Pastor looked puzzled and questioned, “How come I don’t see you except at Christmas and Easter?”
Norman whispered back, “I’m in the secret service.”