Army of the Lord
By On the way out of the church one Sunday morning, the preacher grabbed Jack by the hand and pulled him aside.
“You need to join the Army of the Lord, Jack!” he said.
Jack replied, “I’m already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor.”
Pastor questioned, “How come I almost never see you except at Christmas and Easter?”
Jack whispered back, “I’m in the secret service.”
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