The chaplain delivered a sermon to an audience of airmen in an Air Force unit. A skeptic pilot decided to rub the chaplain.
"I've got a problem," he told the chaplain. "I don't see how I'm going to get my shirt over my wings when I get to glory?"
"That isn't your problem," said the sky pilot. "Were I in your position I'd be more concerned about how I would get my shirt over my horns."