The preacher wanted to really impress his congregation, so he hired a young boy to secret himself up in the attic with two ducks on Sunday morning.
Then the preacher started in, got the assemblage all fired up. Lawd, we need to cast out sin. "Lawd, we need the path of the righteous.." and on and on it went.
Then when everyone was sweating and feeling the spirit and swaying and shouting 'Amen' to every new phrase.. the Preacher cried out "Lawd, send me down a duck!" At which point the lad dropped one of the quackers down thru the small attic opening.
The duck flew around and the congregation was stunned!
Then the Preacher slapped the lectern and preached and shouted some more. Then... "Lawd, send me down ANOTHER duck!" And sure enough.. a big brown and green mallard came flying down from the firmament above.
The congregation was estatic! God was responding to the Preacher in real time. He preached and preached and old ladies were about to faint, the fever pitch got so high, three ornery teenage boys came forward to be saved.
And the Preacher, a bit carried away, hollered again." Lawd, oh great ruler of the universe.. send me down ANOTHER duck!"
At which point a small voice replied from above...
"The Lawd, he say we ain't got no mo' ducks."
That will be the Repubbykins this November. They be fresh out of ducks. |
