Mozart on Banjo
The toothpick kind of gives it away . . .
Jokes I Like to Tell
Late one Friday afternoon, a minister was walking through his sanctuary on the way to his car. As it happened, the afternoon sun broke through the clouds and hit the stained glass window of the sanctuary, and a beam of variegated colors shone down on the table in front of the pulpit, and lit up the gold cross that was there.
The minister was overcome with emotion and religious fervor, and he ran down to the front of the church, fell prostate in front of the table, and began crying out, “O Lord, I am nothing! I am nothing!”
He had been doing this for a few minutes when his associate minister happened to come through the sanctuary, and he too saw the same thing—the sunbeam shining through the stained glass, the cross, everything. In addition, he saw his minister on the floor, crying out that he was nothing. He too was overcome, and he ran down to the front of the church, fell on his face, and began crying out, “O Lord, I too am nothing!”
A moment later, the church janitor came into the sanctuary, carrying a mop bucket. He saw same spectacle of light, and these two men of God down at the front of the church abasing themselves, and naturally he was almost instantly overcome. He dropped his bucket where he stood, ran down to the front of the church, fell on his face, and added his voice to theirs. “O Lord, I am nothing, I am nothing!”
After a minute, the associate minister heard him, and looked over and saw the janitor. When he saw who it was, he nudged the minister on his other side and said, “Get a load of who thinks he’s nothing.”
One of the Risks
Open Road and Trees
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