I've become friends with a guy who is the minister of music at a nearby Baptist Church. This past Sunday night we went there to see their annual night of music. Afterwards we were talking and he introduced me as the music guy at the Nazarene Church in Lakeville. To which one of the ladies said, "I like Nazarene's, they can really sing. One of the men then said, "yeah but Nazarene's don't really like Tulips." Then their Pastor, who unbeknown to me was standing right behind me said with a grin, "yeah Nazarenes prefer Daisies." Then with a plucking motion he said "He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me, He loves me not."
Still shaking my head to think that an Indie Fundie Pastor has the ability to actually tell a good joke.
To return the favor I told the joke about how Bev Shea became sad as he thought of what heaven would be like. He told Cliff Barrows that he would probably be directing one of heavens myriad of choirs, and he said that he would be happy to be able to sing for all eternity. Still he was sad when he realized that Billy would really not have anything to do there.