A policeman is praying at a church when a priest comes to him.
Priest: “Tell me son, who killed Abel?’
Policeman: “I'm sorry Father, but you'll have to ask the detective in charge of this Abel's murder case.”
A pastor assured his congregation he was their servant and that they should feel free to call him anytime they had a problem.
That night the pastor's phone rang at 3 a.m. On the other end was a dear elderly lady who said, "Pastor, I can't sleep."
"I'm so sorry to hear that," he comforted her. "But what can I do about it?" the pastor asked.
She sweetly replied, "Preach to me a while, pastor."
It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward.
One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?"
The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes, and my Mom says it's a pain in the ass to iron."
The fact that there is a highway to hell and only a stairway to heaven says a lot...
A lot about the anticipated traffic numbers.