Story

This is a story that our church's pastor told this morning.

A woman called him to say that she would be a little late in picking up her son from an event at the church. He said fine, I'll just tell the kid to wait at the back of the church. (Our church has one set of main doors at about the middle of the outside wall, and two smaller ones on each far end of the wall. The pews are in a semi-circle, wrapping around the altar in the center.) The woman came to the rectory and said 'He's not there! ' So the priest and the woman went to the back of the church, and sure enough, the kid wasn't there. They looked around, and there he was, sitting up in the first row. The priest went up to him, said that his mother was there, and gently chided him "You know, you're in the wrong place -- you were supposed to wait at the back of the church." The kid looked puzzled and replied "This IS the back of the church." "No it isn't", the priest said "this is the front of the church." The kid turned and pointed behind him. "But aren't those the front doors?"

Now, the priest said, with a laugh, I'm pretty sure he's a governor someplace.