We are butt dust

I feel: surprisingly well today

I found this on a friend of mine's lj and it's just so funny that I had to post it here:

An important lesson for all preachers:
"Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but dust." He would have continued but at that moment a young girl - who was clearly listening! - leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly, "Mommy, what is butt dust?"