“Colleagues in Worship”

p. 37

“At a very large funeral for a very rich man, the rector was late, and the poor curate, thinking to help things along, began the service with the burial sentences, ‘I am the resurrection and the life . . . .’ when in rushed the harried rector, who jumped to the head of the procession and cried out, ‘No, no: I am the resurrection and the life.’”