A young minister took a rural parish. His wife kept herself busy with ministry and hobbies. Three years later, the couple decided to move to another parish because the church was dying. As the minister cleaned out the bedroom closet, he found an egg carton filled with money. He counted out a dozen one-dollar bills and three beautifully decorated eggs.
"What's this, sugar?" he asked his wife. "Oh, honey," she said bashfully, "I was hoping you wouldn't find that." When her husband asked her to explain, she at last complied.
"You see, dear," she said in an embarrassed tone, "one of my hobbies is decorating eggs. When I get depressed, I decorate an egg and I feel better."
"Oh," the minister replied. "Tell me more. Why haven't you told me about this before?"
"Well," she continued meekly, "The only time I get depressed is when you preach a bad sermon. So I decorate an egg whenever you mess up really bad."
At that point, the minister grinned and hugged his wife. "Not a bad record, if I do say so myself! Three years, over fifty sermons a year, and only three bad ones!"
After the hug, the wife spoke up again.
"There's something else I should tell you," she said bashfully. "Every time I got a dozen eggs decorated I sold them to the women's missionary corps for a dollar."