The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget…. this particular Sunday sermon…”Dear Lord,” the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. “Without you, we are but dust.”
He would have continued but at that moment a little girl (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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