This is a true story that has come back to me on several occasions as a joke.
Wilma had been a member of our church for many,many years. In her later years she needed the assistance of a cane to help in walking. As she was talking with me, she would make points by lightly tapping me on the chest or shoulder with the handle of her cane.
One Sunday after our morning worship service, I was standing at the back of the sanctuary and Wilma hobbled up to me and said, "That was a pretty good sermon." In my true Christian piety I said, "Thank you Wilma, but it wasn’t me it was the Holy Spirit."
Without batting an
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