The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget.
'Dear
Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous
look on his upturned face.
'Without you, we are but dust...'
He would have
continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned
over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl
voice,
'Mom, what is butt dust?'
