John Franklin, a noted evangelist, was speaking at two different churches in a large city in the same week.  A reporter was present at the first service.  After the sermon the evangelist pleaded with the reporter not to publish in the local paper any of the jokes he had used that night, since he was going to use the same stories the following night at the other church. 

Could I get my husband to address the Christmas cards?

I wondered.  The family was coming.  There was shopping to do, gifts to wrap, the tree to decorate, cooking, cleaning.  I arranged the cards, stamps, and address book on the table, then hopefully pulled up a chair and said, “Come on, Dear, let’s get these out of the way.”