As the sermon continued, the husband tried a second poke, just in time for the pastor’s next question about the one who sacrificed for the forgiveness of sins. Half-awake, she shouted, “Jesus Christ!” and then sank back into her seat, clutching her hymnbook like a pillow.
Determined, the husband attempted a third poke. This time, the pastor asked, “What words did Eve speak to Adam after the birth of their last child?”
At that point, the wife, now irritated by her husband’s repeated interruptions, snapped, “If you think I’m answering one more question, you can go ask him yourself!” The sudden outburst caused a ripple of laughter throughout the congregation, some covering their mouths, others barely containing giggles.
Trying to lighten the moment, the husband whispered, “Come on, just one more question…”
With narrowed eyes, she shot back, “One more poke, and the next answer I give is your mother’s name!”
From that day forward, the husband quickly learned that certain questions—especially in church—are better left unanswered. Meanwhile, the wife returned to her peaceful nap, blissfully undisturbed, while the husband resigned himself to quietly observing the rest of the service.
It became a family story, retold at holidays and church gatherings, reminding everyone that sometimes, even in a house of worship, laughter and patience are as necessary as devotion.