A pastor recently visited the dentist to get fitted for a brand-new set of dentures.
On his first Sunday back in the pulpit, his sermon lasted a mere eight minutes. On the second Sunday, he managed to speak for only ten minutes before wrapping up.
But on the third Sunday, the pastor took to the pulpit and preached nonstop for nearly three hours. He went on and on, showing no signs of stopping, until the exhausted congregation finally had to step up and physically help him sit down.
Concerned for his health, the church elders rushed to his side. “Pastor, are you alright? What on earth happened today?”
The pastor rubbed his aching jaw and sighed.
“Well, the first Sunday, my gums were so incredibly sore I could only manage eight minutes. The second Sunday, they still hurt, so I stopped at ten. But this morning, I was in a rush, accidentally put my wife’s dentures in, and I simply couldn’t shut up.”
