TO THE ALTAR
My husband is a minister who conducts an expanded altar call at the end of his sermon. He asks those who wish to accept Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and Savior, as well as those with prayers or other requests, to come forward.
To the surprise and delight of the congregation our three-year-old daughter, without a word to me, got up and made her way forward. She waited patiently while the others ahead of her made a request.
When her turn came, my husband leaned down to ask for her request. She whispered, “Can we go to the restaurant after church?”
“Pants”
Doug had always been teased by his friends that his wife was more successful than he was. Some even went so far as to insinuate that he was henpecked.
Doug had a sense of humor and always laughed it off. One day, one of his fiends asked the tiresome question again, “Who wears the pants in your family?”
“I do,” Doug answered. Then, after a pause, he added, “I also wash and iron them.”
