The devil is rather bored. It’s been a while since he’s been up to some mischief…

So he picks a small countryside church to terrorize. He rolls in through the open door on a cloud of brimstone and dark lightning. The entire congregation scatters, save for the Pastor and an elderly farmer sitting in one corner chewing on a piece of straw. He is piqued and wanders over to the farmer.

He points to the pastor. “Him, not running, I get it. I can’t hurt him here. But you? What gives? Why aren’t you scared of me?”

The farmer gives him a lazy look, spits out a bit of straw casually and says, ‘Why should I be? I’ve been married to your sister for forty years.”