Summer is the season for countless tourists to visit The District, which is just a few miles distant from Virginia where these tales originate. Not long ago a group arrived on the Mall, whereupon their guide began listing the attractions.
In the midst of this discourse the guide paused and pointed to a tall, benevolent gentleman, identifying him as the congressional chaplain.
One lady inquired,
"What does the chaplain do? "Does he pray for the Senate or the House?"
The guide reflected for a moment and then replied solemnly,
"Well, he looks at the congress, then prays for the country ..."