A nearsighted minister glanced at the note that Mrs. Jones had sent to him by an usher.
The note read: “Bill Jones having gone to sea, his wife desires the prayers of the congregation for his safety.”
Failing to observe the punctuation, he startled his audience by announcing:
“Bill Jones, having gone to see his wife, desires the prayers of the congregation for his safety.”
Eileen’s two-year-old great-grandson was excited about having his birthday in a few days. When asked how old he would be, he always said he would be four and held up four fingers.
His mother tried to explain that he would be three, that three came after two, but he wasn’t convinced.
He told her that he had to be four because when he tried to hold up three fingers, the fourth came up too.
A minister was planning a wedding at the close of the Sunday morning service.
After the benediction he had planned to call the couple down to be married for a brief ceremony before the congregation.
For the life of him, he couldn’t think of the names of those who were to be married.
“Will those wanting to get married please come to the front?” he requested.
Immediately, nine single ladies, three widows, four widowers, and six single men stepped to the front.
On our first anniversary, after a romantic candlelit dinner, my wife, Elizabeth, emerged from the kitchen with the finishing touch: the top of our wedding cake for dessert. At the first cut, the iced layer “squeaked” at us. For an entire year, we had saved a round chunk of frosting-covered Styrofoam in our freezer.
During a visit to the children’s Bible class, my preacher friend looked into their serious faces and asked, “Why do you love God?” After a moment a small voice came from the back: “I guess it just runs in the family.”