A pastor was making his rounds on a bicycle to visit people when he
came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawn mower. “How much do youwant for the mower?” the pastor asked.
“I just want enough money to buy a bicycle,” the little boy responded.After a moment of consideration, the pastor said, “Will you trade yourmower for my bike?”
The little boy asked if he could try out the bike
first, and, after riding the bike around a littlewhile, said, “Mister, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
The pastor took the mower and began to pull
the chord to try to start it. He pulled on the rope
a few times but got no response from the mower.
The pastor looked at the little boy and said, “Ican’t get this mower to start.”
The little boy said, “That’s because you have to cuss at it to get it started.”
The pastor said, “I’m a minister, and I can’t cuss. It’s been so long sinceI’ve been saved, I don’t even remember how to cuss.”
The little boy looked at him happily, started to peddle off, and said, “Justkeep pulling that chord. It’ll come back to ya.”