“Christ is like a single body with its many limbs and organs … But God has combined the various parts of the body, giving special honour to the humbler parts” (I Corinthians 12:12, 24).
All the organs of the body were having a church meeting, trying to decide who should be in charge.
“I should be in charge,” said the brain, “because I run all our systems, so without me nothing would happen.”
“I should be in charge,” said the blood, “because I circulate the oxygen, so without me you’d all waste away.”
“I should be in charge,” said the stomach, “because I begin the food-processing which nourishes the rest of you.”
“I should be in charge, ” said the legs, “because I carry all of you wherever we need to go.”
“I should be in charge,” said the eyes, “because I make sure we get where we’re going.”
Then the rectum spoke. “I should be in charge, ” he said, “because I’m responsible for the waste removal.”
All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff he shut down tight. Within a few days the brain had a terrible headache, the blood became toxic, the stomach became bloated, the legs got wobbly, and the eyes got watery. So they took a vote and conceded that the rectum should be the boss.
Moral: that’s why an asshole is usually in charge of the local church.