Blushing

A group of women were talking together.  One woman said, "Our congregation is sometimes down to 30 or 40 on a Sunday."

Another said,  "That's nothing.  Sometimes our congregation is down to six or seven."

A maiden lady in her seventies added her bit, "Why, it's so bad in our church on Sundays that when the minister says 'dearly beloved,' it makes me blush."