A group of senior citizens were exchanging complaints about their ailments.

“My arm is so weak that I can hardly hold this coffee cup.”

“Yes, I know. My cataracts are so bad that I can’t see to pour my coffee.”

“I can’t turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck.”

“My blood pressure pills make my dizzy.”

“I guess that’s the price we pay for getting old.”

“Well, it’s not all bad. We should be thankful that we can still drive.”

A minister decided to do something a little different one Sunday morning.

He said “Today, in church, I am going to say a single word and you are going to help me preach”.

Whatever single word I say, I want you to sing whatever hymn that comes to your mind. The pastor shouted out, “Cross” !

Immediately the congregation started singing in unison, “The Old Rugged Cross”.

The pastor hollered out “Grace”. The congregation began to sing “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.”

The pastor said “Power”. The congregation sang “There is Power in the Blood”.

The Pastor said “Sex”. The congregation fell into total silence.

Everyone was in shock. They all nervously began to look around at each other afraid to say anything.

Then all of a sudden from way in the back of the church a little 87 year old grandmother stood up and began to sing ” Precious Memories.”

My face in the mirror
isn’t wrinkled or drawn;
My house isn’t dirty
the cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely
and so does my lawn;
I think I might never
put my glasses back on!