Lowrie Beacham, a brother with wonderful resources, sends this tale of the trials of the pastorate.

A visiting minister gave the offertory prayer: “Dear Lord,” he began with arms extended 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 little girl (who was listening carefully for a change!) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, “Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?”

Church was pretty much over at that point…