“A priest was preparing a man for his long day’s journey into night.” Oh, oh. Benny! “Whispering firmly, the priest said, ‘Denounce the devil, let him know how little you think of his evil.’ The dying man said nothing. The priest repeated his order again. Still the dying man said nothing. The priest asked, ‘Why do you refuse to denounce the devil and his evil?’ The dying man said, ‘Until I know where I’m heading, I don’t think I should offend anybody.’” […]
“The new minister stood at the church door greeting the members as they left the Sunday morning service. Most of the people were very generous in telling the new minister how they liked his message, except for one man who said, ‘That was a very dull and boring sermon, Pastor.’ In a few minutes, the same man appeared again in line and said, ‘I don’t think you did any preparation for your message, Pastor.’ Once again, the man appeared, this time muttering, ‘You really blew it. You didn’t have anything to say.’ Finally, the minister couldn’t stand it no more. He went over to one of the deacons and inquired about the man. Said the deacon, ‘Oh, don’t let that guy bother you. He is a little slow. All he does is go around repeating whatever he hears everybody else saying.’” […]
