“Tithing: The Best Choice,” Friend, Feb. 2010, 32–33
When I was young, a neighbor gave me a newborn calf.
Raising a calf was hard work. I took care of it and fed it.
The day Dad sold the calf was a day of mixed feelings. I was going to miss the calf, but I looked forward to being rewarded for my hard work.
When Dad came home, he dropped 20 silver dollars into my hands. I felt like I had all the money in the world.
I counted, polished, and admired each coin.
On Sunday I put two of the silver dollars into my pocket before I went to church so I could pay my tithing.
It was hard for me to give my tithing to the bishop, but it felt good to be obedient to the Lord.
My mother told me she was proud of me. She told me I would be blessed for paying tithing and that it was the best investment I could ever make.