I used to go to church with my wife every week when we first got married. Hated to be apart. She laughs when she thinks about the pained expression I’d make when she’d occasionally put a 20 in the basket. I still remember the discomfort. I wanted that 20 back. Why not a fiver baby? Please? Here’s 2 bucks. I learned the more I resisted and complained the more she gave. She was teaching me to obey…. Sometimes she’d let the basket just go by! Ahhh! A freebee! Thank you Jesus!. I was so crazy crazy crazy about that girl.
It was so fun taking my little wife to church!
Today I’d be OK w a 20. But 100 is pushing it. It might be worth it to assuage guilt during fund drives for public radio though..
