Several years ago a pastor friend of mine moved to Houston, Texas.
Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the bus
from his home to the downtown area.
When he sat down,
he discovered that the driver had accidentally
given him ten cents too much change.
As he considered what to do,
there alternately appeared to him little angelic
figures sitting on his shoulders and whispering
instructions into his ears.
One said, "You better give the dime back.
It would be wrong to keep it."
On the other shoulder a voice said,
"Oh forget it. It's just ten cents.
Who would worry about this little amount.
Anyway the bus company already gets too much fare.
With their millions everyday they will never miss it.
Accept it as a gift from God and keep quiet."
When his stop came he paused momentarily
at the front door, and, handing the
driver the dime he said, "Here.
You handed me too much change."
The driver replied,
"Aren't you the new pastor in town?
I have been thinking lately about going
to church somewhere.
I just wanted to see what you would do
if I gave you ten cents too much change.
"When my friend stepped off the bus
he literally grabbed the nearest light pole,
and held on, and said,
"O God, I almost sold your Son for ten cents."
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