Trey and I pulled up to a gas station the other night to get something quick so I waited in the car while he ran in.
He gets back in the car laughing hysterically and tells me about the conversation he just had with the homeless man who hangs out in front of the place...
"Hey hey hey. Mind if I tell you a joke?"
"Ok, Little Johnny...wait a second...are you a pastor, man?"
"As a matter of fact I am."
"Ooo, I KNEW IT! I could feel the Holy Ghost on you. Looky here, I got goosebumps."
Now he shows Trey all the things he had on him with either a cross or a bible on them, a bracelet, a tattoo, etc.
"Hey, I'm a gonna change my joke..."
Lord, may we ascribe to you the glory due your name; may we worship you in the splendor of your holiness.