Pastor Bob was hosting a week long
revival in his church, and he had contracted with his good friend, Evangelist
Bill, to do the preaching.
On the last night of the revival,
and after the last sermon was completed, Pastor Bob rose from his chair, and
stepped to the pulpit.
“Well, we certainly have
appreciated the good preaching of my friend, Rev. Bill, and we want to take up
a love offering now, and send him on his way. So, I want everyone to dig deep,
and do what they can to bless this wonderful evangelist.”
With this, two deacons stepped
forward, and began to pass the offering plates from pew to pew. Interestingly
enough, a little lad named, “Markie” and his mother had faithfully attended
every meeting, and the young blond-haired tyke had paid special attention to
everything the evangelist had said and done. And, as usual, the small boy was intently
watching the flaming revivalist, as the offering plate made its way past him.
And while Rev. Bill realized the
offering was meant for him, he could not let the plate pass without putting
something in; if only a matter of formality, and potential embarrassment if he
hadn’t. And holding the offering plate in one hand, he rummaged through his
pockets, dug out five quarters, and dropped them in.
Little Markie, who was sitting on
the opposite pew, was ‘all eyes.’
After the pastor concluded the
service, and most everyone had gone home, it so happened that little Markie’s
mother was talking to the preacher’s wife, and the little boy lingered nearby.
Suddenly, Bob walked up to his dear friend Bill, and poured the offering in his
waiting hands.
Well, my friends, there wasn’t all
that much to pour. For as the money exchanged hands, Markie heard the momentary
rush of paper, and tinkle of coins.
…2 one dollar bills & 5
quarters
And I can tell you those 5
quarters looked very familiar to not only the young evangelist, but to Markie,
as well. Of course, Evangelist Bill was far from impressed, but he tried his best
to hide his disappointment.
Suddenly, the good evangelist felt
a tug on his pant leg. Looking down, he recognized the little boy who had paid
him so much attention during the course of the revival.
Little Markie looked up at Rev.
Bill, and with an innocent smile on his face exclaimed,
“Preacher, if you had put more in,
you would have got more out!”
By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 74. Copyright pending
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