In The Army Of The Lord

After the Christmas service last Christmas, and in line coming out of the church, the vicar was standing at the door as always, to shake hands with the worshipers. When I got to the door, the vicar grabbed me by the hand, pulled me aside and said to me, “You need to join the army of the Lord.” And I replied, “Father, I’m already in the army of the Lord.”  So the vicar inquired, “Then how come I only see you at Christmas and at Easter?” And I whispered to him, “I’m in the secret service.”