An affluent member of the church asked, "How are you making out with the hippies--those long haired, sad looking specimens you have been meeting with?"
Carl responded, "Those are not specimens, they are children of God. You are talking about my brethren in the Lord."
Condescendingly the other man continued, "They look to me like something the cat dragged in."
And Carl replied, "They look to me like someone the shepherd brought home."