Last night, on a plane returning home, I was sitting with a friend I've
known for many years, talking about church and a whole lot of political
Being a US Congressman, my friend visits a lot of different churches in the
area throughout the year, and he told me of what happened in a local church
this past Easter that made me roll with laughter, to the point of tears.
The pastor of this Baptist church had called all of the little children,
dressed in their cute Easter outfits, to the front of the church and had
them sit around him.
He said, "Today is Easter, and you all look so handsome and beautiful.
Today we're going to talk about the resurrection. Does anyone know what the
One little boy raised his hand, and the pastor held the microphone in front
of him and said, "Please, tell us what the resurrection is."
The little boy, proud of himself because he knew the answer, said in a
clear, loud voice "When you get one lasting more than four hours, you gotta>call a doctor!"
It took a solid five minutes before the pastor could speak again.
There was so much laughter going on that his sermon was probably forgotten .
. . you can bet that little boy's voice won't be forgotten anytime soon!