A visiting preacher was invited to speak at a neighboring black church across town. He prepared a fine sermon and was eagerly looking forward to the opportunity.
He had been warned that one parishioner, Mother Green, was a stern critic of preachers and that he should avoid her if at all possible.
As he sat on the front row on Sunday, about to be introduced, and older lady deaconess sat on the stage with a few other people. She dropped a hymnal, and when she leaned over sideways to pick it up, she unknowingly exposed her privates to the entire congregation.
The guest preacher leaned over to the person sitting next to him and asked: “Is that Mother Green?!”
“No”, said his fellow congregant, “It’s just the light from the stained glass windows shining on it.”
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He had been warned that one parishioner, Mother Green, was a stern critic of preachers and that he should avoid her if at all possible.
As he sat on the front row on Sunday, about to be introduced, and older lady deaconess sat on the stage with a few other people. She dropped a hymnal, and when she leaned over sideways to pick it up, she unknowingly exposed her privates to the entire congregation.
The guest preacher leaned over to the person sitting next to him and asked: “Is that Mother Green?!”
“No”, said his fellow congregant, “It’s just the light from the stained glass windows shining on it.”
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