This is from Thanks for All the Squirrels by Lou :
Dad didn’t go to church much, much to Mom’s consternation. Oh, he believed in God and all, he just didn’t care much for puttin’ on, and I asked him about it once. He told me the reason he didn’t go to church was he’d never met an honest preacher. Swore to me that the first time he met an honest one, he’d go. I asked how’d he know if a preacher was honest. He said, “Ask a preacher if he plays with himself. I ain’t never met one yet that said ‘yes’.” You just can’t argue with that.
It is a wonderful essay and remembrance.