“Dear Lord,” the preacher began with arms extended and a rapturous
look on his upturned face, “without you we are but dust…”
He would have continued, but at that moment one very obedient little
girl (who was listening carefully) leaned over to her mother and
asked
quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, “Mommy, WHAT is butt
dust?”
Church was pretty much over at that point*

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