“Brothers and sisters,” the pastor said warmly, “as my family continues to grow, I would like to respectfully request a small increase in my salary.”
After some discussion, the congregation agreed. The arrangement was simple and, at the time, seemed perfectly reasonable: each time the pastor welcomed another child, his salary would increase accordingly.
For a while, everything felt balanced.
But then the blessings kept coming.
By the sixth child, concern started to spread through the church leadership. What had once felt like a generous agreement was now becoming a serious strain on the budget. A meeting was called, and soon the room was filled with tension, calculations, and conflicting opinions.
Some argued it was only fair. Others worried the costs were becoming unsustainable. Voices rose, and the discussion stretched on with no clear resolution in sight.
After listening quietly for a long while, the pastor finally stood up. He raised a hand gently, asking for silence.
“Children are a gift from God,” he said calmly. “And we welcome every gift He chooses to send.”
The room fell quiet. No one spoke for a moment, unsure how to respond.
Then, from the back pew, an elderly woman slowly stood. Leaning on her cane, she adjusted her glasses and looked toward the front.
In a steady voice, she said, “Rain is also a gift from God… but when it rains too much, we still bring umbrellas.”
A brief silence followed.
Then the entire church erupted into laughter.
The tension broke instantly, replaced by smiles, nods, and an understanding that sometimes wisdom arrives in the simplest words.
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