Today at church the first counselor in our bishopric was giving a talk and he said, (he meant resurrection) "Have you come unto Christ today? Have you taken the time to remember his life? His death? His erection?"

THAT was an awkward moment.

Does it make me immature that some part of me had to stifle a laugh? I was supposed to be thinking of Christ's birth and somehow my mind had coerced me into thinking about Christ's erection. I could hear the little angel on my shoulder screaming "Sacrilige, sacrilige, sacrilige!"

You give me one person in that chapel who didn't find their thoughts turned to something they didn't want to think about that was over the age of ten.