As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
There seems there was this Brother named Wells who got the Methodist calling to be a preacher. His salary figuring on a laundress earned a good 10 dollars a day in 1880 and a good soldier earned a dollar day in wages, was that a Methodist Preacher got paid fifty cents a day.
Well, there came along a good steward, who informed Brother Wells that is he would show him about, that he would raise for his entire year's wages in one day.
As the steward went around, he fell into fellowship with a well to do man and after some eating and conversation the subject came about as to a donation to Brother Wells.
The rich man fingered through his pockets and found nothing.
He next instructed his wife to do a search of his pants, hanging close by, where upon she searched and found as she said, "Nothing but a 20 dollar bill here", which was a month and a half's work on Preacher salary.
Hearing that, the rich man said for the wife to go search their sons pockets to donate to Brother Wells.
She came back and said all the boy had was 10 cents.
"Well, " said the rich man, "Give him the 10 cents as that is better than nothing, and we will try to do more for Brother Wells at another time."
Yes why donate 20 dollars as what would a poor person do with that any way like a rich man would.
Brother Wells moved on to a new area where he was met by a Methodist Elder, who informed him they should stay with a Brother G until their possessions arrived and a house could be found for them.
When the Brother arrived with wife, and children, one of whom was ill, Sister G was not the most pleasant in the reception. When the wealth Mr. G arrived home, it became even more frosty, in they fed the Wells by themselves, and then the G family sat down to eat by themselves.
The next morning was a repeat with clear indications they wanted the Preacher and his family gone. So off went the Preacher with his family and found another Methodist member who said things would be sorted out, but to return to Brother G's home to wait.
On the way they met the wife trudging through the mud, and who informed them that their luggage was on the step outside, and for them to be gone.
The house was locked as if against thieves and the Preacher and his family left, and came upon a poor man with a very large heart and small house, he invited them into royally.
It did not take long for the G family's mistreatment of the Well's family to spread through the community. The Methodists now all opened their doors as did others to the Wells, and Church goers and not, vented their indignation upon the G family of shrews.
In short, Mr. G lost friends on all sides, left the Church and soon after died.
*Yes Jesus I gave him 10 cents when I had a fortune and yes Jesus, I threw them out of my home as I did not want to be bothered......so of course I expect to get into Heaven as we were rich.
As a final note, due to the cold weather, the sick infant died.
The best advice for getting rich.........
"I keep money for investment, unless I spend it, then only on myself,
and what is left over, I give generously to God,
providing I get a good tax deduction for it."
.......and the best Judgment of ending up poor in hell.
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