The real Christian

We were walking down Lee Street when she saw us. It was hot and we had been to get iced coffee. She must have noticed my hand in his when she approached us with a broad smile on her face.

“Excuse me. I’d like to apologize to you and your wife,” she said as an introduction, even though we aren’t married.

She continued, “But do you happen to have any change? The Lord hates it when I don’t take care of myself. I just want you to know I pay my tithe. I’m a real Christian.”

I reached for my wallet, even though I knew I’d spent my last dollar on the coffee I was still sipping on.

“Sorry, I don’t,” I said after looking into a coin pocket.

And that was when the real, tithe-paying Christian told us off.