An archaeologist was digging in the Negev Desert and came upon a casket containing a mummy. After examining it, he called the curator of a prestigious museum.
“I’ve just found a 3,000 year old mummy,” said the archaeologist. “It’s a man who died of heart failure.”
“Bring it in,” said the curator. “We’ll check it out.”
A week later, the amazed curator called the archaeologist. “You were exactly right about the mummy’s age and cause of death,” he said. “How in the world did you know?”
“Easy,” the archaeologist replied. “He was holding a piece of papyrus that said ‘10,000 shekels on Goliath.’”
Wally was a postal worker assigned to the dead letter office. One Wednesday afternoon a letter arrived addressed to God in shaky handwriting. Wally opened it and read:
I am an elderly widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Two of my dearest friends are coming to my house for dinner on Sunday, but I have no money to buy food. I have no family to turn to. You are my only hope. Please help me.
Wally showed the letter to his fellow workers, and they decided to take up a collection to help the widow. When everyone had contributed, they had $95, which Wally put into an envelope and mailed to her.
On Tuesday of the following week another letter arrived, addressed to God in the same shaky handwriting. All of the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:
I can never thank you enough for what you did for me! Because of your gift, I was able to make a lovely dinner for my friends. We had a wonderful time, and I told them all about what you had done for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
p.s. There was $5 missing. I think it must have been those thieves at the post office.