A young boy was sitting in church one day. It came time to pass the offering plate. At that second the boy new he had to give to God. He dug dip into his pocket, and pulled out nothing. Sadly the youg man watched as the plate past him by. Still, he knew he had to give. Yet, he had nothing. The burden he felt grew stronger.
He rose from his seat and dashed to the back of the church. It created such a distraction, everyone turned to see what the matter was. The boy tugged the deacons shirt, whom carried the offering plates. "May I hold the plate?" the boy asked. Not knowing what to do, the man handed the plate to the child.
With that, the boy sat the plate on the ground and stepped inside. Then he said " Jesus, I give you me."