Before I got divorced, my wife and I went to church regularly, but one Sunday she was to sick to attend, so I went on without her.
A few minutes before the church services started, the congregation was sitting in their pews and talking. Suddenly Satan appeared at the front of the church.
Everyone started screaming and running for the back entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarnate. Soon the church was empty -- except for myself and I sat calmly in my pew without moving, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Gods ultimate enemy was in my presence.
So Satan walked up to me and said, "Do you know who I am?"
To which I replied, "Yep, sure do."
"Arent you afraid of me?" Satan asked.
"Nope, sure aint," I said.
"Dont you realize I can kill you with one word?" asked Satan.
"Dont doubt it for a minute," I said in an even tone.
"Did you know that I can cause you profound, horrifying agony for all eternity?" persisted Satan.
"Yep," was my calm reply.
"And youre still not afraid?" asked Satan.
"Nope," I insisted.
More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, "Why arent you afraid of me, then!?"
To which I calmy replied,
"I'm married to your sister, think about it."
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