When the pious deacon, riding a very poor horse, pulled up at the
cross-roads and asked a farmer's boy to tell him which road to take, the
boy asked him who he was and where it was he was going?
"My boy," replied the deacon with a pious gaze heavenward, "I am a
follower of the Lord."
"A follower of the Lord!" exclaimed the lad. "I reckon, mister, you'd
better buy another nag, for you'll never catch up to him on that old
horse of yourn!"