An old =
preacher was filling the pulpit in a small church, and after the service =
stood at the door shaking hands with parishioners. One woman turned =
bright red and looked at her shoes as she shook the preacher’s =
hand.
“‘I=
hope you didn’t take it personally, Pastor’”, she said, =
‘when my husband walked out during your =
sermon.”
“‘I=
did wonder,’ the guest preacher replied. “I hope and pray =
he’s not ill.”
“Oh, =
no!” said the woman. “And it’s not a reflection on =
you, sir. I can assure you of that. My husband’s been walking in =
his sleep ever since he was a child.”
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net =
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I =
Love!"