One Sunday, in counting the money in the weekly offering, the pastor of a small church found a pink envelope containing $1,000. It happened again the next week!
The following Sunday, he watched as the offering was collected and saw an elderly woman put the distinctive pink envelope on the plate. This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her.
"Ma'am, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he stated.
"Why, yes," she replied. "Every week my son sends me money and I give some of it to the church."
The pastor replied, "That's wonderful. But $1000 is a lot, are you sure you can afford this? How much does he send you?"
The elderly woman answered, "$10,000 a week."
The pastor was amazed! "Your son is very successful. What does he do for a living?"
"He is a veterinarian," she answered.
"That's an honorable profession, but I had no idea they made that much money," the pastor said. "Where does he practice?"
The woman answered proudly, "In Nevada. He has two cat houses, one in Las Vegas and one in Reno."
I checked the calendar so I know on good authority that I can say this today -- Happy Hump Day!
6 comments:
The pastor probably met the son at one (or both ... if he were Baptist) of the houses when he was in Vegas.
Completely legit!!
That certainly wouldn't be unheard of, Pugsley.:-)
There is that, Galen.:-)
Hehehehehe.
Is that Pastor Galen by chance?? ;)
Just kidding!! Poor Galen, I've been giving him so much trouble lately!!
--snow
Rev it up ;)
Not to worry, Snow. Rev. Galen likes trouble.:)
Vroooommmm! Like a bat outta hell, Skunk.:-)
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