"Dear Lord," the preacher 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)
leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in
her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, WHAT is butt
dust?"
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)
leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in
her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, WHAT is butt
dust?"
