The preacher was delivering his yearly sermon, "No Man Is Perfect in the Eyes of the Lord". At the most dramatic point, he paused, swept his arm slowly over the congregation, and bellowed, as he had for 20 years, "Let the perfect among you rise!"
Dead silence. And then, to the preacher's utter astonishment, a man in the back pew rose. No one had ever done that.
"Surely, sir," he sputtered, "why, surely you don't think yourself perfect??"
"Oh no, not me, pastor. I'm just standing in proxy for my wife's first husband."