I was 27 years old with a new seminary degree and ready to take on the world. We had driven up from the bayou country of Louisiana to Greenville, Mississippi, to visit Emmanuel Baptist Church for a trial weekend. If we liked them and they liked us and if we all agreed God was “in this,” then I would become their new pastor.
I had pastored two small churches before, but this was my first “trial weekend.” Those are well named, incidentally, for they are trials for everyone concerned. That’s why I did what I did that Sunday morning.
I told three jokes at the sermon time.
During the worship service, someone introduced Margaret and our small boys and presented me. I walked to the pulpit, smiled at the expectant congregation, and opened my mouth to speak. Up until then, I had done fine.
First. “This is my first time to preach in Mississippi. I’m delighted to be here, and particularly glad to see you’re all wearing shoes.”
Okay, not a joke, but I meant it as one. They actually laughed, which was all I wanted. They knew I was teasing them about the reputation for backwardness Mississippi has.
Second. “Preaching here today–and you and I looking each other over–reminds me of the country preacher who was in the same situation I’m in today. He looked out at the congregation and said, ‘There is a powerful lot of wonderin’ goin’ on here today. You are wonderin’ if I can preach, and I am wonderin’ if you know good preachin’ when you hear it!'”
Again, it got some laughter. It’s not a knee-slapper, but a pleasant bit of humor. Up until now, I was okay. This was the time to move into the sermon. But I didn’t. I had another joke, the best one yet.
Third. “Flip Wilson (African-American comedian everyone was familiar with in 1967) was portraying a Black preacher in this same situation on his television program. You know how the congregation answers the preacher in their churches. He looked out at the people and said, ‘If I’s called to be pastor of this church, this church is going to WALK!’ The people called back, ‘Let ‘er walk, boy, let ‘er walk!'”
“The preacher said, ‘If I’s called to be pastor of this church, this church is going to RUN!’ They said, ‘Let ‘er run, boy, let ‘er run!'”
“The preacher said, ‘If I’s called to be pastor of this church, this church is going to FLY!’ They said, ‘Let ‘er fly, boy, let ‘er fly.'”
“The preacher said, ‘If this church is going to fly, it’s going to take money!’ They said, ‘Let ‘er walk, boy, let ‘er walk.'”
(Hope I don’t offend anyone by printing the joke in dialect, but that’s how he said it and it’s the only way to tell it. The teller has to raise his voice in the appropriate places to make it work, too.)
It is a funny story. They laughed, and finally I went into my sermon. Oddly, I have long ago forgotten what the sermon was about, but will never forget those three little jokes. The reason I remember is what happened afterward.
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