One Sunday morning an elderly woman walked into a local country church. The friendly usher greeted her at the door, “Good morning, ma’am. Where would you like to sit?”<\/p>\n
“The front row, please,” she replied.<\/p>\n
The usher said, “You don’t want to do that. We have a visiting preacher today who is really boring.”<\/p>\n
The woman[,] bristling at the comment, asked, \u201cDo you know who I am?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
The usher said, \u201cNo, ma\u2019am, who are you?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
She replied \u201cI am the preacher\u2019s mother!\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
The usher asked, \u201cDo you know who I am?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
She said, “No.”<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cGood.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
–William J. Carl III, The Lord\u2019s Prayer Today<\/b> (Westminister: John Knox Press, 2006), p.85<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One Sunday morning an elderly woman walked into a local country church. The friendly usher greeted her at the door, “Good morning, ma’am. Where would you like to sit?” “The front row, please,” she replied. The usher said, “You don’t…<\/span><\/p>\n