Front row

An older woman entered a country church. The usher asked her where she would like to sit. She motioned toward the front row. "Oh, you don't want to sit there," he said. "We have a boring guest preacher this morning. "Do you know who I am?" she said. "No," said the usher. "I'm the guest preacher's mother." "Oh," said the usher. "Do you know who I am?" he said. She replied, "No, I don't." "Good," he said, and walked away.

(from William Carl III's book, The Lord's Prayer Today)