GRACE UNDER FIRE
A respectful hush had descended on the church as the congregation
waited for the service to commence. Suddenly, to their consternation,
the be-horned figure of Satan, wearing an fearsomely intimidating red cloak
and brandishing a pitchfork, appeared atop the altar steps.
Everyone began screaming and making a desperate dash for the exit
except for an elderly gentleman who stayed calmly in his pew unperturbed
by the presence of God's enemy, evil incarnate.
Satan approached the undaunted old man and asked menacingly:
'Do you know who I am?'
'Yep, I sure do.'
'Aren't you afraid of me?'
'Nope, sure ain't,' he replied convincingly.
'Don't you know that I can kill you with one word?'
'Don't doubt it for a minute.'
'Do you not realise that I can commit you to the fiery agony of hell
for an eternity?' enquired the increasingly frustrated Lucifer.
'Yep.'
'Now are you afraid of me?'
'Nope.'
Finally an exasperated Satan asked:
'Why aren't you afraid of me?'
'Been married to your sister for 62 years.'
