At my wife’s insistence, I left God a tip on Sunday. As I grabbed the collection plate and reached to get change for the $10 bill I placed there, she grabbed my hand and sunk her nails into my wrist with an intensity that I can only describe as mind-numbing.

So, rather than make a scene in church, I dropped the bill and passed the plate along… and actually, I guess she has a point. I mean, after tipping out the Vatican, diocese, priests, altar boys and Holy Spirit, there can’t be much left. I guess He makes it up in volume. Come to think of it, He probably deserves it... the service has been pretty good.