An old preacher was filling the pulpit in a small church, and after the service stood at the door shaking hands with parishioners. One woman turned bright red and looked at her shoes as she shook the preacher’s hand.
“‘I hope you didn’t take it personally, Pastor'”, she said, ‘when my husband walked out during your sermon.”
“‘I did wonder,’ the guest preacher replied. “I hope and pray he’s not ill.”
“Oh, no!” said the woman. “And it’s not a reflection on you, sir. I can assure you of that. My husband’s been walking in his sleep ever since he was a child.”
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