I don't own the Bible, but I own a copy!
THIS IS HUMOUR! Nothing more, nothing less. I personally think this is funny, to an extent of course.
Today was Sunday and I was not having a good day. I woke up late on the first day of preaching at a new church, I had just gotten over a slight cold that I caught the week before, and I was left with a sore throat.
Nevertheless, I hurried as much as I could getting dressed, and made it to the church just before the service was about to start. I sat in the second row on the right side and tried to calm my beating heart. It was then I noticed that there was almost nobody in the chapel. I had come from a state that was one hour ahead of where I was now, and I forgot to reset my battery ran alarm clock.
I was, in actuality, thirty minutes early. So instead of just sitting in the chapel waiting, I started to wander about the church.
It was about ten minutes before the service, and I was heading back to the chapel, when I saw a boy staring at a wall of pictures.
I went over and stood next him. The lettering above the pictures said, 'Honor the Heroes Fallen.'
I stood there with the boy; he couldn't have been older than six.
Finally, the little boy noticed me, and asked, 'Who are these people?'
Smiling a little, I replied, 'These are the people who died in the service.'
The little boy grew very nervous, 'Which service was it? The first service or second?'
Whatchamacallme: sigh it's not as good as I'd like it to be; it could've been written better...
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