Last night, at Wednesday evening service, our minister waxed eloquent during the offertory prayer. "Dear Lord," he began with arms extended and a rapturous look on his upturned face, "without you,we are but dust..."
He would have continued but at that moment my perfect little granddaughter Grace leaned over to me and whispered quite audibly in her first grader, little girl voice,"Pawpaw, what is butt dust?"
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