We love to laugh at ourselves and enjoy the easy familiarity of Southern humor. Maybe this will tickle your funny bone:
Before the days of a consolidated schedule or a churchwide building maintenance program, individual congregations bore the cost of creating and caring for their own buildings.
In one small ward, the crumbling, old church building needed remodeling, so the Bishop stood up and made an impassioned appeal, looking directly at the richest man in the small ward.
At the end of the message, the rich man stood up and announced, "Bishop, I will contribute $1,000", and then he looked around a bit smugly at the rest of the congregation.
Just then, plaster fell from the ceiling and struck the rich man on the shoulder. He promptly stood again and shouted, "Bishop, I want to increase my donation to $5,000!"
Before he could sit back down, plaster fell on him again, and again he virtually screamed, "Bishop, I will double my last pledge."
As he sat down shaking, an even larger chunk of plaster fell hitting him squarely on the head.
Terrified, the proud man stood once more and hollered, "Bishop, I will give $20,000!"
This prompted one of the rowdy deacons to shout, "Hit him again, Father! Hit him again!"
