When love is new and life is bubbly, a fledgling couple found themselves yearning for some spiritual grounding.

They started their church hunt, stumbling upon a quaint little chapel in their neighborhood.

Excitement brimming in their starry eyes, they approached the pastor to become part of his flock.

The pastor, however, took a melodramatic pause, “We have a special initiation ritual for our prospective devotees. You two lovebirds need to give up on the pleasures of the flesh for exactly two fortnights. It’s a test of your conviction in faith, even when life throws tempestuous temptations your way.”

Taking the vow to heart, the couple earnestly nodded in synch. Two weeks pass, and they are tentatively hovering at the church’s doorstep.

The pastor was quick to greet them, “Congratulations on surviving the two weeks! But, were you strong enough to steer clear of intimate indulgences?” The husband, wearing an apologetic expression, confessed, “Pastor, we faltered. The flesh was weak.”

“Pray, do enlighten us about your journey into temptation,” the pastor probed, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Well,” the young groom began, “my wife’s love for canned corn ended up being our undoing.

She was reaching high onto the shelf for it and dropped the can. As she bent down in the most innocent way, I, under the spell of her bewitching beauty, lost control.

Under her skirt I went, whisking away her undergarments, and right amidst the corn and peas, our sanctity was lost.”

The pastor, trying to suppress a scandalized gasp, solemnly declared, “This unfortunate transgression leaves me no choice but to bar you from setting foot in our church.”

With an air of seigned disappointment, the husband nodded, “Fair enough, Pastor. To be honest, the grocery store banned us first.”