One hot July Sunday morning a Preacher stands before his congregation and says, "Anyone with need to be prayed for, come forward to the front- to the alter!"
Harvey stands and makes his way to the line. Waiting patiently, he leans on his walker until it is his turn. When the Preacher gets to him, he asks, "Harvey, what do you want me to pray about for you?"
Harvey replies: "Preacher, I need you to pray for my hearing."
The Preacher closes his eyes and cups both hands over Harvey's ears and prays. Then he grabs Harvey's ears and pulls them back and forth and prays and prays. Finally, he places one finger in each of Harvey's ears and prays and prays and prays.
After a few minutes, the Preacher removes his hands, looks at Harvey and whispers, "Harvey, how is your hearing now?"
Harvey looks around a little puzzled, leans in towards the Preacher and says, "Why are you whispering, Reverend, my hearing ain't until next Wednesday."
