NOT sure what it was about this caption competition, but it seemed to encourage multiple entries. One reader sent 24 suggestions. We don't discourage this, but no marks are awarded for volume.

Unusually, though, we thought we would display each entrant's answers together - after our customary fierce weeding process.

"It hasn't been legal to wear the sword of the Spirit since the 1953 Prevention of Crime Act, but I've found the leafblower of the Spirit to be an invaluable substitute"; "With some trepidation, the clergy prepared to give the new petrol-powered aspergillum a test run" (Tom Brazier).

"After last year's incident with the flame-thrower, Fr Peter had revised his Pentecost Sermon"; "At last he had found a use for those old maniples"; "They Stihled themselves for the confetti season" (Richard Barnes).

"He sucked them in and blew them out but still they came. Will women never learn?"; and "The funny outfit and decorated leaf collector still did not make tidying the churchyard any more ap-pealing" (Vicky Lundberg).

"Aha! A vicar sucking up to his curate?"; "One move and I press the switch"; "The vicar had seemingly already blown the elderly warden off his scooter"; "I'm so sorry, but I've just sucked up your chasuble"; "The vicar had already cleared one wall of its pictures with his trial run"; "The incumbent demonstrated to his new curate the way to deal with church paperwork" (Chris Coupe).

"We may have a woman bishop, but you can still do the cleaning"; "Are you sure that you have cleaned the vestry since England won the World Cup?" (Patrick Irwin).

"Hot air is what you don't want for your sermon, Fr Peter"; "O blow the Church's red tape; let's do it anyway" (William Petts).

"That's the first time the congregation has been blown away by my visual aids"; "I'm not very impressed by B&Q's gift-wrapping service" (Valerie Budd).

"Mabel could see where the contents of the broderers haberdashery cupboard had gone"; "This way, I can blow everybody's candles out at once." explained Terry; "'I've got the rushing mighty wind covered,' boasted Ron, 'Any progress on the tongues of flame?'" (Bridget Swan).

"So let me get this straight: you're the genie of the leaf blower, and you'll grant me three wishes"; and "The Stihl small voice of calm was about to be broken" (Peter Hooper).

"Duccio's Annunciation gets a thoroughly 21st-century makeover"; "Fr Ferguson give his server the hair-dryer treatment - with United's colours still attached" (John Saxbee).

Equal honour, of course, goes to those who sent only one entry, or were left with just one entry after our selection process: "I've heard of salesmen dressing to impress potential customers, but this is ridiculous" (Ray Morris); "In a remote Norfolk parish, the spirit of the Witch-finder General lingers on" (Edward Mynors); "She was here on her buggy a moment ago. Where's the off switch?" (Ben Woods); "Who ya gonna call? GhostBUSTERS!" (Russ Bravo); "Caspar intended to blow them all away with his Pentecost sermon" (Harriet Every); "Now that the Diocesan Deliverance Team had got the right equipment, those ghosts could consider themselves well and truly busted" (David Hill); "Gimme ze dosh for ze parish share, or I'll blow you away" - which, even in print, is possibly the worst gangster accent we've heard (Nicholas Varnon); and "The deal is that I enact the wind of Pentecost, and you enact the meaning of martyrdom" (Michael Foster).

Catching the mood of the week, we thought we'd award multiple bars of chocolate, kindly donated by Divine (divinechocolate.com).