Growing up a preacher’s kid, I’ve learned to entertain myself during lengthy sermons or pastoral meetings. Hymns and church bulletins are the answer to the “doldrums.” When we would sing the hymn In the Garden, one of my best friends would lean toward me and whisper, “Who is Andy?” The lyrics being, “And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own…”

Our funniest was “Come, come the Saints, no toilet paper…” instead of, “Come, come ye saints, N...