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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Where I Used to Go to Church

An old story that has made the circuit goes like this:

A man was stranded on a desert island. It was several years before he was rescued. When he was found, it was noticed that there were three buildings he had built on this island. He was asked what they were for.

He pointed to the first one said, "That's where I live."

The rescuers were impressed.

He pointed to the second one and said, "That's where I go to church."

The rescuers were even more impressed. And then they asked, "But what about that third building?"

And he said (in a low voice), "That's where I use to go to church."

Unity is difficult to achieve in a church, even when you are the only member.


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