The planning group was meeting in the fellowship hall. The group had been meeting for a few months now, making long and short range plans for the church to better serve the community.
The group had ordered and studied a detailed demographic study of the community within a five mile radius of the church. They'd evaluated various Sunday school materials and settled on an ecumenical one that would appeal to the larger community. A list of people to be approached to teach the various classes was made and members of the committee appointed to recruit them.
The meeting ended with discussion of possible tag lines to go on church marketing materials, lines that ran from “The Lord's Landmark” to “Multiplying God's Love.” The time period for the suggestions to come in was still open, so the group made no decision.
After a closing prayer everyone was picking up their papers and bidding each other good-bye. Helen Potter, looked down at Charlie Brown curled in the corner quietly chewing on the chewy she'd graciously provided him at the beginning of the meeting. “You know, Parson,” she said. “I've got something you could put on the sign out front that might attract some folks.”
“What's that?” the parson asked.
“How about, 'Where Does Your Dog Go To Church?”