“Hey, we need a new organ.”
“We sure do. And you know who has a great organ? First Baptist Church in Johnsonville. I hear their organ sounds great.”
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s visit there on Sunday and listen to it. If we like the way it sounds, we’ll go back Monday night, break in, and steal it.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY MORNING AT FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH IN JOHNSONVILLE
“Thanks for coming to the deacon’s meeting everyone. I’ve got some bad news. It looks like someone broke in last night and stole the organ. Pulled it right out of the wall. Did all kinds of damage. And now we don’t have an organ anymore.”
“Aw, that’s a shame. I’m really going to miss that organ.”
“Yeah, me too.” <sigh>
“You know who has a really great organ though? Main Street Baptist Church in Birch Falls.”
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And that’s how it’s done, folks.
Wait, I didn’t mean organ. What’s that word I’m looking for?
Oh yeah. Pastor.
