A Lutheran pastor was perplexed by an older gentleman who brought him a serious, although not very well-thought out request.
"Pastor, I've had this '57 Chevy since I was 18 years old. It drove me on the first date I had with my wife, it drove us home from our wedding, it drove us to the hospital for all of our children, and finally I wanted it to drive me to my funeral..."
At this point the man started to tear up.
"...but she's not going to make it, Pastor, and I would really like it if you could say a word or two at this event we're having before we scrap her for parts."
The pastor cautiously replied, "Well, I'm sorry, but I couldn't really do that. You see, God only watches out after souls, and although your '57 Chevy..."
The bereaved man broke in, "Pastor, I would be willing to donate $50,000 dollars to the church's evangelism program..."
With an air of epiphany, the pastor recoiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize, did you just say that your car was a Lutheran?"