Haha. Good one.
The pastor's wife was expecting a baby, so he stood before the congregation and
asked for a raise. After much discussion, the congregation passed a rule that whenever the
pastor's family expanded; so would his paycheck....After 6 children, this
started to get expensive and the congregation decided to hold another meeting
to discuss the pastor's expanding salary....A great deal of yelling and inner
bickering ensued, as to how much the pastor's additional children were costing
the church, and how much more it could potentially cost....After listening to
them for about an hour, the pastor rose from his chair and spoke, "Children are
a gift from God, and we will take as many gifts as He gives us."...Silence fell
over the congregation. In the back pew, a little old lady struggled to stand,
and finally said in her frail voice, "Rain is also a gift from God, but when we
get too much of it, we wear rubbers."
The entire congregation said, "Amen
Haha. Good one.
(The wise men of modern thought) adore a god made of putty or of wax - plastic, effeminate, molluscous, with no masculine faculty about him, and no quality that entitles him to the respect of just and honest men, for a being who cannot be angry at wrongdoing is destitute of one of the essential virtues, and a moral Ruler who is not angry with the wicked, and who refuses to punish crime, is not divine. ---Spurgeon
Haha! That was nice!