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shondrea
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This is another “I GOTTA share this” thread. I know I’m a little past Sunday, but ah well.
Last Sunday, we had a priest serving Mass I’d never met before. His name is Fr. Mathias. I’m not sure what country he is from, but oh boy what a rich accent!
In any case, he gave one of the better sermon’s I’ve heard at my small-town church. he told the story of a woman who moved here from Wichita. Every morning she would look out her window and watch her neighbor washing clothes, and hanging them up on the line to dry. As she watched, she turned to her husband and said, “This woman does not know how to wash clothes clean. They’re still dirty.”
And this would continue each morning, with the wife looking out the window at her neighbor.
One day soon after, she turned to her husband and suggested, “Perhaps she does not have nice soap, to wash her clothes clean with” And as usual, her husband listened but said nothing.
Finally, one day, she looked out her window at her neighbor, and exclaimed, “Who finally taught her how to wash her clothes clean? They’re bright and spotless!”
To which her husband replied, turning the page of his paper,
“I washed the windows this mornin”
Somethin’ to think about, my friends. Don’t be harpin on Miss So-and-So’s dirty laundry if your windows haven’t been washed since the Clinton administration.
Last Sunday, we had a priest serving Mass I’d never met before. His name is Fr. Mathias. I’m not sure what country he is from, but oh boy what a rich accent!
In any case, he gave one of the better sermon’s I’ve heard at my small-town church. he told the story of a woman who moved here from Wichita. Every morning she would look out her window and watch her neighbor washing clothes, and hanging them up on the line to dry. As she watched, she turned to her husband and said, “This woman does not know how to wash clothes clean. They’re still dirty.”
And this would continue each morning, with the wife looking out the window at her neighbor.
One day soon after, she turned to her husband and suggested, “Perhaps she does not have nice soap, to wash her clothes clean with” And as usual, her husband listened but said nothing.
Finally, one day, she looked out her window at her neighbor, and exclaimed, “Who finally taught her how to wash her clothes clean? They’re bright and spotless!”
To which her husband replied, turning the page of his paper,
“I washed the windows this mornin”
Somethin’ to think about, my friends. Don’t be harpin on Miss So-and-So’s dirty laundry if your windows haven’t been washed since the Clinton administration.
