A visiting minister waxed eloquently during the offertory.
"Dear Lord," he began, with arms extended toward heaven and a
rapturous look on his upturned face,
"Without you we are but dust. . ."
He would have continued but at that moment my small daughter, who was listening intently, asked quite audibly in her shrill little voice,
"Mom, what is butt dust?"
"Straighten up and fly right"
Rog