When a church seeks a pastor, they want in him the strength of an eagle, the grace of a swan, the gentleness of a dove, the friendliness of a sparrow, the night hours of an owl. And when they catch that bird, they expect the pastor to live on the food of a canary.
A very old pastor made it a practice to visit the parish school one day a week.
He walked into the 4th-grade class, where the children were studying the
states, and asked them how many states out of 50 could they name. They came up
with 40 names, which was pretty good. He then jokingly told them that in his
days' students knew the names of all the states.
One boy raised his hands and, “Yes, but in those days there were only 13
states.”
A little girl became restless as the preacher’s sermon dragged on and on.
Finally, she leaned over to her mother and whispered, “Mommy, if we give him
the money now, will he let us go?”
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