November 3

As a young man, Brother Jones made $100 week and faithfully paid $10 tithing. As he grew older, his business prospered. When he earned $500 a week, he paid $50 tithing. When he earned $1,000 a week, he paid $100. Soon, his tithing amounted to $500 a week. When his bishop visited his palatial home, Brother Jones complained, “I just don’t feel good about paying $500 tithing a week. That’s a lot of money.” The bishop replied, “I can understand that, but why don’t we pray about it?” “What good would that do?” “Well, we could ask the Lord to reduce your income to the point where you felt good about paying tithing again.” (Best-loved Humor, p. 268)

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On Sunday morning a father gave his sone two quarters and a dollar. “Give the bishop the dollar for our fast offerings,” said the father. “You can keep the quarters for your allowance.”

When the dad saw the boy in sacrament meeting he still had the dollar. “Why didn’t you give the dollar to the bishop like I asked?” The father asked.

“Well, in Primary Sister Goode said that God loves a cheerful giver. So I gave the bishop the fifty cents. I knew I could be a lot more cheerful about that than giving him the whole dollar.” (Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, p. 267-268)

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Charles W. Nibley: I think it is Brother Golden Kimball who tells the story of his father’s [Heber C. Kimball] owning a beautiful horse. Tithing was paid with horses, cattle, sheep, and everything obtainable in those days. The horse Brother Kimball had was a very fine one, and he said to the boys: “I believe I will turn that horse in for tithing; pay it to Bishop Hunter.” The next morning one of the boys paraded the beautiful animal around and wanted to keep it, but President Kimball said: “See here, you take that horse right down and pay it in for tithing, before my heart puckers up.” (Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, p. 269)

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J. Golden was out on his ranch, separating out the best of his calves to pay his tithing. He would isolate the desired animals from the rest of the herd and then turn around to open the gate to let them out of the field. But when he would turn around the calves would be back in the herd. This occurrence would happen several other times exactly as happened the first time. Finally, Brother Kimball lost his temper and and shouted, “Satan, if you do this one more time, I’ll give the whole damn herd to the Lord.”

Brother Kimball proceeded as before, separating the best calves for the bishop’s storehouse. But when he turned around after opening the gate, the calves were still separate and Golden could pay his tithing. (The J. Golden Kimball Stories, p. 105)