The Tithe

Ceramic by Charles Lucas

Talent Sunday

The pious were in church Sunday morning

while the rest of Talent slept.  In the Church of

God, a cleric gave warning: “Brothers and sisters,

our deep suffering and goodwill would be blessed,

our lives less stressed, if on the way out you left

a ten dollar bill.”  Amen, the righteous rang out and 
dug deep into their pockets.

The wag Ted, recently trying to dry out, said, “Rex,

ya think Tex is out of bed yet?  About God I have

my doubt.  A double about now, and a few while 

tithing, may improve the faith I am lacking.”

Rex, bereft of humor but full of good sense, said,

“but how?” Ah, man, the wag sang out and 
dug deep into empty pockets.

TS