The pastor’s wife was expecting, and one Sunday morning, he stood before the congregation with a hopeful smile.

“Brothers and sisters,” he said, “as my family grows, I humbly ask for a small increase in my salary.”

After some discussion, the church agreed: every time the pastor welcomed a new child, his paycheck would grow too.

It seemed fair—at first.

But by the sixth baby, the treasurer nearly fainted. A meeting was called to discuss the pastor’s ever-growing blessings… and budget.

Voices rose. Opinions clashed. The room buzzed with debate.

After an hour of listening, the pastor stood, raised his hand, and spoke calmly:

“Children are a gift from God,” he said. “And we welcome every gift He sends.”
Silence. The room held its breath.

Then, from the back pew, a frail old woman slowly stood, leaning on her cane.

She cleared her throat and said,
“Rain is a gift from God too… but when there’s too much of it, we wear rubbers.”

For a moment—nothing.
Then the entire church burst out laughing.
“Amen!” they shouted.