A few years ago, I read about an elderly woman who walked into the local country church. The friendly usher greeted her at the door and helped her up the steps.
He was very polite and asked her, “Where would you like to sit?”
She replied, “Oh, the front row, please.”
“You really don’t want to do that,” the usher said. “The preacher is often really boring.”
“Do you happen to know who I am?” the woman inquired.
“No,” he said.
“I’m the preacher’s mother.” she replied indignantly.
“Do you know who I am?” the usher asked warily.
“No,” she answered.
“Good,” he replied.
"A fool's lips bring him strife, and his mouth invites a beating” (Prov. 18:6).
