A couple for you pastors

A pastor had been gone to the Shepherd’s Conference. Upon his return, like Moses descending Sinai, he found that his congregation had built a giant golden “zero” and placed it at the front of the sanctuary. All were present, bowing and praying before the image.

The pastor was devastated with grief, rent his shirt, and cried out in a loud voice, “Is nothing sacred?”

At our former church, I used to preach occasionally in our pastor’s absence. On one such Sunday, after the service, I overheard one of the members greeting a visitor.

“I’m Gladys Dunn,” she said.

The visitor replied, “Me too!”