THE PASTOR’S TEETH

A pastor visited the dentist to get a set of false teeth and, during his first Sunday with them, could only preach for eight minutes due to sore gums. The following week, he managed to extend his sermon to ten minutes. However, on the third Sunday, he preached nonstop for nearly three hours until the congregation intervened to help him sit down,

concerned for his health. When they asked what had happened, the pastor explained, “Well, the first Sunday with my new teeth, my gums were so sore I couldn’t preach longer than eight minutes. The second Sunday, I felt I could go a little longer to ten minutes. But today, I mistakenly put my wife’s teeth in and discovered I couldn’t shut up.”

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