It was a fine Sunday morning. As usual a church service was held by our congregation headed by our middle-aged minister.
The subject of the day’s evangelical homily was love.
The members listened in complete admiration as the minister so eloquently delivered his speech about God’s love for us and the world, quoting verses from the bible every now and then, sometimes mentioning extra-ordinary side stories of human love and what love can do to make this world a better place to live in.
Everyone listened in silence and awe to the minister’s very impressive piece, but not until he delivered his conclusive line: “and now abideth faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love”. “This is taken from the book of Corinthians chapter…err, I forgot” (rolling his eyes upward trying to recall desperately to no avail).
After about 15 seconds of eyeball-rolling, the minister finally spoke: “Dear brothers and sisters, I must be getting old; I’m losing my remembrance”. (He really lost it because the right term was supposed to be “memory”, but he lost it).
The sermon suddenly transformed from pensive to festive mood. Everyone was happy, including our minister who was so amused with himself.