"Good morning, Jonathan," the preacher said as he reached out to shake Jonathan’s hand.
As he was doing so, he felt something in the palm of Jonathan's hand. "What's this?" the preacher asked.
"Money," said Jonathan with a big smile on his face, "It's for you!"
"I don't want your money, Jonathan," the preacher answered.
"I want you to have it," said Jonathan. "My daddy says you're the poorest preacher we ever had."