Today is Tuesday, November 18th, 2003; Karen's Korner #177

This morning I e-mailed a very good Thanksgiving writing titled "The Blessings of the Thorns", but it lost some place in cyberspace, never to be retrieved. I hope I can find typewritten copy in the next few days to share with you, because it is that good.

 

So when all else fails, what about a joke that I got within the last few minutes from Jim's sister?


A Mule, a Donkey, Or ?

A preacher went to his church office on Monday morning and discovered a
dead mule in the church yard. He called the police.
Since there did not appear to be any foul play, the police referred the
preacher to the health department.

They said since there was no health threat that he should call the
sanitation department.

The sanitation manager said he could not pick up the mule without
authorization from the mayor.

Now the preacher knew the mayor and was not to eager to call him. The
mayor had a bad temper and was generally hard to deal with, but the
preacher called him anyway.

The mayor did not disappoint. He immediately began to rant and rave at the
pastor and finally said, "Why did you call me anyway? Isn't it your job to
bury the dead?"

The preacher paused for a brief prayer and asked the Lord to direct his
response. He was led to say, "Yes, Mayor, it is my job to bury the dead,
but I always like to notify the next of kin first!"


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