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A Weblog Dedicated to the Discussion of the Christian Faith and 21st Century Life
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I do not seek to understand that I may believe, but I believe in order to understand. For this also I believe, –that unless I believed, I should not understand.-- St. Anselm of Canterbury (1033-1109)

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Weekend Whimsy 2010.1

A preacher went to his church office on Monday morning and discovered a dead mule in the churchyard, He called the police. Since there did not appear to be any foul play, the police referred the preacher to the health department.

They said that since there was no health threat, he should call the sanitation department. The sanitation manager said he could not pick up the mule without authorization from the mayor.

Now the preacher knew the mayor and was not too eager to call him. The mayor had a bad temper and was generally hard to deal with, but the preacher had no choice, so he called him anyway.

The mayor did not disappoint. He immediately began to rant and rave at the pastor and finally said, "Why did you call me?" Isn't it your job to bury the dead?"

The preacher paused for a brief prayer and asked the Lord to direct his response. He then answered, "Yes, sir, it is my job to bury the dead, but I always like to notify the next of kin first."

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From Michael E. Hodgin, 1002 Humorous Illustrations for Public Speaking (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2004).

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