The Rest Goes to the Church

     A big group of us–eleven children and four adults–were hiking.  At one point, this fiery, little boy stooped down and picked up a crystal-quartz-like rock.  It was opaque.  He held it in the light, examining it.  He placed it gently in his coat pocket.  Then he found another.  An hour later, he had collected a dozen of these rocks.
     Innocently he looked up at his parents at the end of the hike and said, “Mom, Dad, our money troubles are over!  And anything left over will go to the church.”
     The rocks are worthless, but his comment was priceless!