NOT DRUNK
There is the story of a man who came home drunk after a night of carousing in a number of neighborhood bars. His wife helped him up to the bedroom, helped him to undress and tucked him into bed. Then she kneeled at his bedside and whispered, “John, do you want me to pray for you?” He agreed and she began to pray, “Dear Lord, I pray for my husband who lies here before you drunk…” Before she could finish, he interrupted: “Don’t tell him I’m drunk; just tell Him I’m sick.” Source unknown
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