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this is a humorous story from when i attended church one evening.
a visiting minister was asked to do the ending prayer, "Dear lord,' he began,"without you we are but dust..."
he would have continued but at that akward silence when he stopped to take a breath, a little girl behind me leaned over and asked her mother,"mami, what isbutt dust?
Church was pretty much over then.
*the girl was my niece(4)*
a visiting minister was asked to do the ending prayer, "Dear lord,' he began,"without you we are but dust..."
he would have continued but at that akward silence when he stopped to take a breath, a little girl behind me leaned over and asked her mother,"mami, what isbutt dust?
Church was pretty much over then.
*the girl was my niece(4)*
