Last night in the Eucharist, I realized that there was a formatting error in the prayer book, and that the students needed to be aware of it. So before the recessional hymn, I stopped the service (much to the leader's horror), and explained the mistake, and then walked the congregation through what needs to happen.
The leader then said, "Reverend, in my culture, we have a saying that the fly that follows you is the one that loves you. So thank you for following us to correct us."
I turned to the lecturer next to me and asked, "Did he just call me a fly?"
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