Dust to Dust
I'm still in contact with a number of old friends from my days at NASA, and (naturally!) we all pass jokes and such around. One posted the following:
Dear Lord," the pastor 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....
In reply to this, one of the other members of the group replied:
Some years back George Regas, the rather progressive rector of All Saints Episcopal Church in Pasadena (around the corner from the Jet Propulsion Laboratory) was preaching and a baby in one of the front pews began to cry uncontrollably. The mother picked up the child and headed for the door.
George said, "Don't worry, my sister, your child isn't bothering me at all."
Mum replied, "That may be true, but you're certainly bothering him."
Posted August 7, 2013