Mr. Smith was brought to a Catholic hospital and quickly taken in for emergency heart surgery.
The operation went well and, as the groggy man regained consciousness, he was reassured by a sweet nun, who was waiting by his bed.
“Mr. Smith, you’re going to be just fine,” said the nun, gently patting his hand. “We do need to know, however, how you intend to pay for your stay here. Are you covered by insurance?”
“No, I’m not,” the man whispered hoarsely.
“Then can you pay in cash?” the nun asked.
“I’m afraid I cannot, Sister.”
“Well, do you have any close relatives?” the nun questioned.
“Just my sister in New Mexico,” he volunteered. “But she’s a humble spinster nun.”
“Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Smith. Nuns are not spinsters. They are married to God!”
“Really?” said Mr. Smith. “In that case, please send the bill to my brother-in-law.”
I don’t mind going to work. But that 8-hour wait to go home is awful
Thought for the day
For to me, living means living for Christ, and dying is even better. Philippians 1:21 NLT
Have you ever said, “I would die for Christ if it ever came down to that!” That’s a powerful statement to make. But may we be challenged to live for Him, which is a daily statement of the life He now lives within us!