As a boy preacher, I had many opportunities to preach, but my father did not allow me to receive an honorarium for my preaching. But it didn’t matter to me. If I had the money, I would have paid pastors to let me preach! These early opportunities taught me not to put a price-tag on my ministry.

I remember one of the first times I received an honorarium; it was a couple hundred dollars, but you would have thought it was a million bucks!

Not long after, I went to the mall with several friend and I spent all the money I had on new clothes.

I was excited to show my mother the new clothes. Instead of sharing my enthusiasm, she asked me how much money I had left. I told her. But it was obvious that she already knew.

Then she asked me two further questions.

She asked if I knew that one of the mothers of our church was at the service. I did. But I didn’t get the question. This senior saint rarely missed a service, despite her physical limitations. She made sure someone picked her up for church.

Then my mom asked, “Did you know she put twenty dollars in the love offering they gave you?” I did not. “Well, she did,” mom said. Then the conversation was over. And I was devastated!

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SOURCE: HBCharlesJr.com

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