We always said grace before our meals, and it went like this:Bless, oh Lord, this food to our use, and us to thy service.And keep us ever-mindful of the needs of others.Amen.
This particular evening I decided it was my youngest son’s turn to recite the prayer.He was only about five or six at the time and gleeful about finally getting his turn.It went like this:Bless, oh Lord, this food to our use, and us to thy service.And keep us ever mindful of the need for butter.Amen.
An old drunk came into the church service, smelly and causing a great ruckus.He kept raising his hand, trying desperately to get the preachers attention.Finally the preacher stopped and addressed the man:
“Sir, do you have a question?”
“Yes I do preacher,” the drunken man slurred, spitting all over the people in the pew in front of him.“Do you save women?”
“Of course,” the preacher replied.
“Oh, that’s good,” the drunk said ecstatically.“Save one for me, will you?”