One particular Sunday at church, the minister began his sermon with ‘Dear Lord’, 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 one very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, ‘Mom, what is butt dust?’
One particular Sunday at church, the minister began his sermon with ‘Dear Lord’, 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 one very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, ‘Mom, what is butt dust?’
So, what i'm hearing is HELL has frozen over? LOL ;-))
You can keep the dust!😀