There Goes God’s Nickle

by | Jun 11, 1997 | Giving

There was a young boy who lived with his elderly grandmother in a small town. Every Sunday the grandmother would take the boy to Church and after they would go downtown and get an ice cream cone, which was a special treat. On one particular Sunday, grandmother was not feeling well. She told the boy that he would have to go to Church by himself today and she gave him two nickels, one for the offering plate and one for an ice cream after Church. Now as it happened the boy needed to cross an old wooden bridge in order to get to Church. As he was crossing the bridge that Sunday, as boys will do he was watching the river below, skipping, hopping – generally not paying attention. All of a sudden he dropped one of the nickels. The nickel fell to the bridge and as luck would have it found a small crack through which it fell into the river below. The boy dropped down and put his eye to the crack. He watched helplessly as the nickel fell into the river below. As the boy got up and put the other nickel in his pocket he said, to no one in particular, oh well, there goes God’s nickel.

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There Goes God’s Nickle