After a Sunday sermon, a man stops to shake the preacher's hand.
"Preacher," he says, "that was a damn good sermon. Damn good."
"Thank you," the preacher replies, "but I'd rather you not use that sort of language in the house of the Lord."
"In fact," the man continues, "I was so damned impressed with that sermon, I put $2,000 in the collection plate."
"No shit?" the preacher says.
