There once was a good Baptist Minister, who in order to make his familys budget go a little further, rode a bicycle to Church and to Church functions. One day his bike turned up missing. He searched everywhere, but could not find it. Since it was a very small town he lived in, and most of the town was in his parish, he assumed that one of his flock had strayed and stolen his bicycle.

He spoken with his Deacon about his quandry. The Deacon suggested that at the Sermon next Sunday, the Minister talk on the Ten Commandments. When he got to the Commandment Thou Shalt Not Steal, the Minister should turn on the Fire-and-Brimstone and preach like he had never preached before. The guilty part should then feel such remorse for their wrongdoing, that they would return the bike.

So Sunday came and the Minister gave his sermon. It was a good sermon but when he reached Thou Shalt Not Steal, there was no Fire-and-Brimstone. The Deacon was puzzled and asked the Minister why he hadnt really socked it to the thief.

Well said the Minister, I was all set to turn on the Fire-and-Brimstone like I had never done before. That part was to be my sermon to end all sermons. But when I got to the Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery part, I remembered where I had left my bicycle!