Sunday morning: Father is at his podium, inviting people to the Christmas eve service at church.
Father: At tonight's service, I have a special friend who is stopping by. I've known him for thirty-some years and today happens to be his birthday. I'm sure many of you know him, too, and he would love to see you here.
Lady next to Me: Oh yeah? What a coincidence! He has a friend coming? Do you know who this special guest is?
Man in front of Me: Um, I'm pretty it's Jesus ('you moron' implied).
Lady next to Me: Oh. (quite disappointed). (Pause) Wait, I thought his birthday was tomorrow.
Man in front of Me: Maybe he made a mistake.
What a relief that Christmas has come and gone. I spent too many hours at church on Sunday. Sort of rocked my translation gig at the evening service, making up for a shoddy job last year. The sheep in the pageant were as cute as ever, and as poor in following stage directions. I heart sheep.
1 comment:
hey what?? did that really happen on sunday morning?
wow...ppl's disrespect...
and ur lucky u weren't dragged up stage
i didnt feel like dragging you up at that time...and u needed to speak louder, but then u got another microphone so nvm
ok im done
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