We Are But Dust

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?”

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