The small church was abuzz with anticipation as the congregation gathered for Sunday service. Pastor Johnson stepped up to the pulpit, his face serious.
“Good morning, everyone,” he began. “I have some news to share today.”
The congregation leaned forward, eager to hear what their beloved pastor had to say.
“First, the bad news,” Pastor Johnson said, pausing for dramatic effect. “Our church roof is in desperate need of repair. It’s leaking, creaking, and barely holding up.”
A collective groan swept through the pews. The old wooden beams had seen better days, and the stained ceiling tiles were evidence of their struggle.
“But fear not!” Pastor Johnson continued, raising his hand. “Now for the good news: we have enough funds to fix the roof!”
A sigh of relief echoed through the church. The congregation exchanged smiles, grateful that their prayers had been answered.
“But wait,” Pastor Johnson said, leaning in. “There’s more bad news.”
The room fell silent once again. What could possibly be worse than a leaky roof?
“It’s still in your pockets,” Pastor Johnson declared, pointing at the congregation. “Yes, my dear friends, the money we need for the roof repair is right here—hidden in your wallets, purses, and bank accounts.”
