In a small town in the middle of Georgia, there was a preacher who had a big beautiful church. Every Sunday, the pastor preached his sermon from memory.
One Sunday morning he forgot his sermon, just as he got to the pulpit. He looked out to his congregation and said, "Today's sermon will be sin. But, before I start, I want all the thieves, robbers, grand larcenist, pick-pocketers, burglar's midnight robbers, and extortionists to move to the left. In the middle I want all the whores, prostitutes, ladies of the evening, whoremongers, and pimps. To the right, I want all the dope users, dope pushers, drug dealers, drug smugglers, and drug buyers."
The church congregation got up to move to there respect spot. When they all settle, one man was still standing. So, the preacher said "Son why haven't you move?"
The man said "Pastor you haven't called my sin."
"What is your sin?" the preacher asked.
The man said "Pastor... I like little boys."
The preacher looked up in the sky with his hand on chin. Then he looked around. Then he looked in each section for a particular place. Finally, he said, "Son, come on up here in the pulpit with me!" |
