Last Sunday’s sermon

Jokes

“Dear Lord,” the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven.

There was a rapturous look on his upturned face and the congregation listened with bated breath.

He went on, “Without you, we are but dust…”

He would have continued but at that moment Mizzie, a cute little girl who was listening intensely, leaned over to her mother next to her and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, ‘Mommiiieee, what is butt dust?’

Thanks to Nirada

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