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Following morning worship one Sunday, some good lady, whose name I do not know, handed me a newspaper clipping on her way out of the front door. When I finally sat down that evening to read it, there was this little story: A man fumbled awkwardly trying to sew a button on his shirt. He had the thimble on one of the fingers of his left hand and clumsily held the needle and thread in his right. His wife happened by to observe his ambitious effort, smiled, and remarked, "The thimble is on the wrong finger." Already frustrated, the husband replied, "I know.