A gambler was at the horse races playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt. He noticed a Priest step out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race. Next race, as the horses lined up, the Priest stepped onto the track. Sure enough, he blessed one of the horses. The gambler made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse.
Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race.
Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race.
Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race. Next race, as the horses lined up, the Priest stepped onto the track. Sure enough, he blessed one of the horses. The gambler made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse.
Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race.
Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race.
‘My Son,’ he said, ‘that’s the problem with you Protestants,
you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and last rites’.
you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and last rites’.
Thanks Maria
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