Several years ago a mother gave her son two quarters. One was for his Sunday School offering. The other was for an ice cream cone on the way home from Sunday School. One Sunday, Billy was flipping a quarter in the air and catching it on the way down.

One time, the quarter flipped into the air, but Billy missed catching it. It rolled down the storm sewer and was gone. Billy looked skyward and prayed, “Sorry God, that was your quarter.”

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