After an hour of listening, the pastor stood, raised his hand, and spoke calmly:
“Children are a gift from God,” he said. “And we welcome every gift He sends.”
Silence. The room held its breath.
Then, from the back pew, a frail old woman slowly stood, leaning on her cane.
She cleared her throat and said, “Rain is a gift from God, too… but when there’s too much of it, we wear rubbers.”
For a moment—nothing.
Then the entire church burst out laughing.
“Amen!” they shouted.