My mother and I arise early on Saturday mornings to catch all the garage sales. One typical Saturday we spotted a garage sale that seemed to be just opening for business.

We quickly walked into the man's garage and began looking over his wares. After a few minutes and several stern looks from the solemn-faced garage owner, he asked if there was anything he could do for us.

"This is a garage sale, isn't it?" my mother asked timidly.

The gentleman chuckled, somewhat relieved. "No," he said. "I was just cleaning out my garage. But if there's something you want, let me know."

We did--and now he's five dollars richer.

Received from Pulpit Supply.

For subscription and other information, go to our web page at http://GCFL.net, or send email to info@gcfl.net.