A visiting minister waxed eloquent during the offertory
prayer. "Dear Lord," he began with arms extended and a
rapturous look on his upturned face, "without you we are
He would have continued but at that moment my very
obedient daughter (who was listening carefully for a
change!) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in
her shrill little-girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"