The
Sermon
A visiting minister waxed eloquent during the offertory prayer. He began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face,"Without you we are bu dust... "
He would have continued but at that moment an obedient daughter (who was listening!) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"
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