A visiting minister prayed during the offertory:
"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, one very obedient little girl (who was listening carefully for a change) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?"
Church was pretty much over at that point.
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