A simple woman went to the doctor and, after doing some tests, the doctor said:
–        You’re a Christian aren’t you? I really like Christians, the only problem is they talk a lot about Jesus, and say nothing about Mary.
(silence)
–        Can I ask you a question, doctor?
–        Yes, of course.
–        If your secretary had told me that you were not in when I arrived today, but that your mother was, do you think I would have stayed to see her?
–        No, she’s not a doctor. I’m the doctor.
–        That’s right. He died on the cross for me, not her.

With the help of Bishop Celso Junior.