Sometimes the children's message comes from the child. A child was seated on the front pew during a particularly crowed service. As the pastor, enthusiasm running full tilt, stood to invite a packed sanctuary to give generously to the offering... "As we prepare to give to God from our abundance, let us remember that if it wasn't for God' generosity, we would all be but dust..," as the pastor paused for emphasis, the child turned and spoke into the silence - "Mommy, what is butt dust?"
Truth is stranger than fiction and but for the love of the Divine, as suppose we would be little better than butt dust.
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