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            Saturday, July 12, 2014

              HYMN # 365   

This is too funny - but I suspect the minister didn't appreciate it.

A minister was completing a temperance sermon. With great emphasis he said, 'If I had all the beer in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.'

With even greater emphasis he said, 'And if I had All the wine in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.'

And then finally, shaking his fist in the air, he Said, 'And if I had all the  whiskey in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.'

Sermon complete, he sat down...

The choir leader stood very cautiously and announced, with a smile (nearly laughing), 'For our closing song, Let us sing Hymn #365, 'Shall We Gather at the River.'

See you in a camper down by the river!
Bring your own glass!

Our Guy Ellis

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Whiskey, Rye Whiskey!
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