The pastor’s family was invited to Easter dinner at the Wilson home. Mrs. Wilson was widely known for her amazing contributions to church potlucks. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. As usual, it was a feast for the eyes, the nose, and the palate.
When the pastor’s youngest son, Peter, received his plate he started eating straight away.
‘Peter, wait until we say grace,’ insisted his embarrassed father.
‘I don’t have to,’ the five year old replied.
‘Of course you do, Peter,’ his mother insisted rather forcefully. ‘We always say a prayer before eating at our house.’
‘That’s at our house,’ Peter explained, ‘but this is Mrs. Wilson’s house, and she knows how to cook!’