The Sermon I will never forget was last Sunday. "Dear Lord," the preacher 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 very obedient grand daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, "Papa, what is butt dust?"

From the mouths of babes.....

OK, that's a solid A.