Turning Archive 2006

Subject:
OT Church Jokes Some old some new

Dustmaker Mike
>A little boy was in a relative's wedding. As he was coming down the aisle, he

would take two steps, stop, and turn to the crowd.

While facing the crowd, he would put his hands up like claws and roar. So it

went, step, step, ROAR, step, step, ROAR, all the way down the aisle.

As you can imagine, the crowd was near tears from laughing so hard by the time

he reached the pulpit.

When asked what he was doing, the child sniffed and said, "I was being the Ring

Bear."

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One Sunday in a Midwest City, a young child was "acting up" during the morning

worship hour.

The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were

losing the battle.

Finally, the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle

on his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer, the little one

called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!"

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One particular four-year old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets as we

forgive those who put trash in our baskets."

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A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy,

don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am."

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A Sunday School teacher asked her little children, as they were on the way to

church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?" One bright

little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."

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A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, looking at

the old pages as he turned them. Then something fell out of the Bible. He picked

it up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree that has been

pressed in between the pages.

"Mama, look what I found," the boy called out.

"What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked.

With astonishment in the young boy's voice he answered, "It's Adam's suit".

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The preacher was wired for sound with a lapel mic, and as he preached, he moved

briskly about the platform, jerking the mic cord as he went. Then he moved to

one side, getting wound up in the cord and nearly tripping before jerking it

again. After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third pew leaned

toward her mother and whispered, "If he gets loose, will he hurt us?"

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Six-year old Angie, and her four-year old brother, Joel, were sitting together

in church. Joel giggled, sang and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had

had enough. "You're not supposed to talk

out loud in church." "Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked. Angie pointed

to the back of the church and said, "See those two men standing by the door?

They're hushers."

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My grandson was visiting one day when he asked , "Grandma, do you know how you

and God are alike?"

I mentally polished my halo, while I asked, "No, how are we alike?"

"You're both old," he replied.

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A ten-year old, under the tutelage of her grandmother, was becoming quite

knowledgeable about the Bible. Then, one day, she floored her grandmother by

asking, "Which Virgin was the mother of Jesus? The virgin Mary or the King James

Virgin?"

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A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to

discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was.

Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers

off the neighbor's wife."

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