Seeing Spots
Joyful Woman!
Two men crashed in their private plane on a 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 and there is no food or 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 $250,000a week."
The first man grabbed his friend and shook him. "Listen, we are on an uninhabited island. There is no food, no water. We are going to die!" The other man, unruffled, again responded.
"No we won't. I make over $250,000 a week."
Mystified, the first man, taken aback with such an answer, again
repeated, "For the last time, I'm telling you, WE ARE DOOMED!
There is NO one else on this island. There is NO food. There is NO
water.
We are, I repeat, we are going to die, a slow death."
Still unfazed, the first man looked the other in the eyes and said,
"Do not make me say this again. I make over $250,000 per week.
I tithe.
MY PASTOR WILL FIND US!"
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 and there is no food or 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 $250,000a week."
The first man grabbed his friend and shook him. "Listen, we are on an uninhabited island. There is no food, no water. We are going to die!" The other man, unruffled, again responded.
"No we won't. I make over $250,000 a week."
Mystified, the first man, taken aback with such an answer, again
repeated, "For the last time, I'm telling you, WE ARE DOOMED!
There is NO one else on this island. There is NO food. There is NO
water.
We are, I repeat, we are going to die, a slow death."
Still unfazed, the first man looked the other in the eyes and said,
"Do not make me say this again. I make over $250,000 per week.
I tithe.
MY PASTOR WILL FIND US!"
