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At our church we have a mid-winter BBQ on the Saturday night before Super Bowl for the 45 year olds and younger. In the spring we have a Geritol Night for the 45 year olds and older. In 1999 one thing led to another and we never got around to the Geritol Night.
In March of this year my secretary was out because of a death in her family. She was concerned because our weekly newsletter, which goes out to hundreds of addresses, would not be published. I figured it was no big deal, so I told her not to worry. I would take care of it. Sometimes I am stupid.
A newsletter is a big undertaking. I had everything just about done. I had one little short article to write about the Geritol Night, assuring everyone that this year we would have one, since so many really did miss it in 1999.
The words Geritol Night were in dark print each time I mentioned them to stress the event. As I finished the newsletter I hit spell check. In a big hurry, I accepted each suggestion from the spell check without really giving it a good look. Finally done, I sent them all out.
Two nights later I was down stairs in our family room when I heard my wife let out a whoop of laughter upstairs. She came down stairs with the newsletter in trembling hands. "Read this paragraph," she told me. I read about Geritol Night.
I looked at her. "Read it again." Same thing. "Read each word." Then, and only then, did I see I had alerted hundreds of people to our upcoming Genital Night.
It was very hard to step into the pulpit that Sunday, especially with everyone grinning at me.
(Submitted by Larry Wade, a brother in the Lord, human frailty, and probably by blood somewhere back in history)