One bright, beautiful Sunday morning, everyone in the tiny
town of Johnstown got up early and went to the local church.
Before the services started, the townspeople were sitting in
their pews and talking about their lives, their families,
etc. Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front
of the church. Everyone started screaming and running for
the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort
to get away from evil incarnate. Soon everyone was evacuated from the
Church, except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew,
not moving. . . seemingly oblivious to the fact that God’s
ultimate enemy was in his presence.

Now this confused Satan a bit, so he walked up to the man
and said,”Don’t you know who I am?”
The man replied, “Yep, sure do.”

Satan asked, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Nope, sure ain’t,” said the man.

Satan was a little perturbed at this and queried, “Why
aren’t you afraid of me?”

The man calmly replied, “Been married to your sister for
over 48 years.”