Months ago in the ward men’s general assembly they announced that the food drive went well, plenty of donations were recieved for a ward member in need, and that the blood drive went well. The Bishop’s comment: “You see how it goes brethren, first we want your food, then we want your money, then we want your blood.”
We laughed hard.
Churchy tender laff!
A few weeks ago the Priests were idly and somewhat loudly prattling during the men’s assembly: I overheard a Priest talking about a girl who was (I presume) the previous evening giving a play-by-play of simple popular music that was playing. He quoted her (my paraphrase) – “Okay this is where the drum solo is, coming up.. okay here it is..” – rediculously short drum riff – “..Okay that was it right there” – then later apparently she said “This is the part where you feel the love.”
This mildly disruptive talk continued into our singing the hymn: Love at Home. I thought this was opportune, I was standing near these Priests (who were also standing), and I approached the one who had gossiped about this girl; I interrupted his conversation with a dry declaration: “This is the part where you feel the love.” He got it immediately, and laughed hard. But far more importantly, he also shut up.
Churchy tender laff!
Two weeks ago I was supposed to give a spiritual thought in the assembly. I didn’t remember this obligation until it was minutes before I would have been called on. I fled in a panic and gathered my thoughts. When they called on me, this was it: “Brethren I didn’t prepare anything and fled out the door in a panic to gather my thoughts. What I came up with is simple and ironic. It’s the Boy Scout motto: Be Prepared.” – and I sat down. This produced hard laughter.
Churchy tender laff!