One Sunday morning, a pastor stood before his congregation and made an urgent appeal for a special financial blessing, promising that whoever contributed the largest donation would earn the exclusive right to personally select three hymns for the service.
After the ushers passed the offering plates, the pastor eagerly inspected the collection. His eyes went wide when he spotted a crisp, shiny one-thousand-dollar bill sitting on top. Thrilled by this immense generosity, he announced to the crowd that he wanted to publicly thank and honor whoever had contributed such an incredible amount.
To everyone’s surprise, a quiet, elderly, saintly-looking widow in the back row shyly raised her hand.
The pastor, deeply moved, waved her forward. “Please, come up to the altar, my dear! This is truly wonderful. Now, as promised for your magnificent sacrifice, please pick out your three hymns.”
The old lady’s eyes suddenly brightened with intense energy. She turned around, slowly scanned the entire congregation, pointed her finger at the three absolute handsomest young men in the building, and loudly exclaimed:
“I’ll take him, him, and him!”
