One Too Many Jokes

Back in the late 80’s and early 90’s, I became friends with an old retired preacher. He loved to tell jokes and could remember them, hundreds of them. When it came to remembering jokes, his mind was like a steel trap. He had to use notes for his sermons but he needed no notes for his┬ájokes. He was serving as an interim pastor at a small church in Southeast Morgan County, in a little village called Eva. He had a guest speaker from Samford University. In the old days, they sent their ministerial students into local churches to preach. Back when Samford was Howard College, they called it H-Day. This young man had studied and was primed to preach.

Preacher

My old retired preacher friend felt a need to introduce him and while he was at it, he decided to tell a joke which lead to another and another until he had taken 15 minutes of this boys precious time. The kid was agitated and annoyed with the old fellows jokes. He came to the pulpit and began…There was a big bull out in the pasture and he began to feel his oats, so he began bellowing to the top of his lungs. There was a lion in the forrest beside pasture and he heard the bull bellowing proudly. The lion followed the sound, found the bull and ate the bull. Then the lion, feeling the pride of his kill and the fullness of his stomach, began to roar at the top of his lungs. A hunter was near by and when he heard the lion roaring, he followed the sound, got a bead on the lion, dropped the hammer and boom the old Lion lay dead on the ground.

The young preacher said, “The moral of that story is, when you are full of bull, keep your mouth shut.” A few months later the old preacher thought it was funny and would tell the story as a joke but he did admit that it was not so funny the day that it happened.

 

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