A man visited the local Dutch Reformed dominee's home and asked to see Mrs. Dominee, a woman known for her charitable and caring nature.
"Madam," he began in a sad, high-pitched voice, "I feel it my duty to draw your attention to a matter of urgency: A terribly poor family in your congregation is in need of your assistance.
As far as I can gather, the father is a double amputee, the mother is too ill to work, and the eleven kids are starving and cold. And to make matters worse, the poor people are about to be turned out into the harsh, empty streets, unless someone helps to pay their rent!
Unfortunately, they still owe rent for previous months as well. So, the total amount they need to stay in their (sparsely furnished, but homely) home comes to an amount of R2 889.65!
They just don't have that kind of money!"
"That is just terrible!" exclaimed the preacher's wife. "I want to thank you for bringing this matter to the church's attention. May I ask who you are?"
They man used his handkerchief to dry his eyes and sobbed: "I'm the poor family's landlord, Mrs. Dominee!"
