"Dear Lord," he began with arms extended and a
rapturous look on his upturned face, "without you we
are but dust..."

He would have continued, but at that moment one very
obedient little girl (who was listening carefully
for a change!) leaned over to her mother and asked
quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice,
"Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?"

Church was pretty much over at that point.