A twenty dollar bill and a one dollar bill were laying next to each
other at the U.S. Treasury office. They were there to be
inspected to see if they were fit for further service.
Now the twenty dollar bill was nice and crisp. He certainly had a
lot of life left in him.
The one dollar bill was not as fortunate. He was wrinkled, soft
and limp with torn, ragged edges.
“Boy!” said the twenty dollar bill. “How did you get in such bad
shape?”
“Well” said the one dollar bill. “I’ve been in so many churches I
can’t begin to count them. I come into a church in somebody’s
pocket where I’ve been stuffed. Around comes the offering
plate and the next thing I know I’m laying in it. Then it’s off to
the bank and the next thing you know I’m back in a church
offering plate. This just goes on and on.”
“What’s a church?” asked the twenty dollar bill.
