While waiting for the guys at Page County Tire to change oil and rotate the tires I noticed a veterinarian head out of town. Seeing him reminded me of a visit I had over coffee with a pastor of our small church back in South Dakota. He told me a story of what had happened to him in a former parish.
One Sunday, in counting the money in the weekly offering, he found a pink envelope containing $1,000.
It happened again the next Sunday.
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 he was overcome by curiosity and approached her.
“Ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate,” he said.
“Why yes,” she replied, “every week my son sends me money and I give some of it to the church.”
He replied, “That’s wonderful. But $1,000 is a lot, are you sure you can afford this? How much does he send you?”
The elderly woman answered, “$10,000 a week.”
He was amazed and said to her, “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 so much money,” he said to her. “Where does he practice?”
The woman answered proudly, “In Nevada. He has two cat houses, one in Las Vegas and one in Reno.”
Keep your fork