© Patty Fitts. All Rights Reserved. Two men crashed in their private plane on a deserted South Pacific Island. Both survived. One of the men brushed himself off and then proceeded to run all over the island to see if they had any chance of survival.
When he returned, he rushed up to the other man and screamed, “This island is uninhabited, there is no food, there is no water……we are going to die!”
The other man leaned back against the fuselage of the wrecked plane, folded his arms, and responded, “No, we’re not. I make over $250,000 a week.”
The first man grabbed his friend and shook him. “Listen, we are on an uninhabited island. There is no food, no water, and we are going to die!”
The other man, unruffled, again responded, “No, we are not! I make over $250,000 a week!”
Mystified, the first man, taken aback with such an answer, repeated loudly and slowly: “For….the….last…..time….I’m…..telling....you….WE…..ARE….DOOMED! There is NO...ONE...ELSE...ON...THE....ISLAND! There....is....NO....FOOD.....OR.... WATER! I repeat: WE...ARE...GOING...TO...DIE...A....SLOW...DEATH!”
Still unfazed, the other man looked the first man in the eyes and said, “Do not make me say this again. I TITHE. My pastor will find us!”
Reprinted from Grace Drops, Volume 5 (2007).
When he returned, he rushed up to the other man and screamed, “This island is uninhabited, there is no food, there is no water……we are going to die!”
The other man leaned back against the fuselage of the wrecked plane, folded his arms, and responded, “No, we’re not. I make over $250,000 a week.”
The first man grabbed his friend and shook him. “Listen, we are on an uninhabited island. There is no food, no water, and we are going to die!”
The other man, unruffled, again responded, “No, we are not! I make over $250,000 a week!”
Mystified, the first man, taken aback with such an answer, repeated loudly and slowly: “For….the….last…..time….I’m…..telling....you….WE…..ARE….DOOMED! There is NO...ONE...ELSE...ON...THE....ISLAND! There....is....NO....FOOD.....OR.... WATER! I repeat: WE...ARE...GOING...TO...DIE...A....SLOW...DEATH!”
Still unfazed, the other man looked the first man in the eyes and said, “Do not make me say this again. I TITHE. My pastor will find us!”
Reprinted from Grace Drops, Volume 5 (2007).
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