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A Methodist minister in a little Georgia town was known to a few folks to have a fondness for alcohol. One Saturday, a parishioner knocked at the parsonage door. He held up a large bottle of homemade peach brandy and told the preacher, “Reverend, I’d sure like to give you this, but there’s one condition: You must thank me from the pulpit tomorrow morning.”
The preacher thought about it for a moment and agreed. The next morning he strode to the pulpit and announced, “I really want to thank Brother Roberts for the lovely gift of fruit he brought by the parsonage yesterday and especially for the spirit in which it was given.”
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