CFrance
02-06-2016, 04:31 PM
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 bless the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, that horse – though 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 that horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, that horse won the race.
He collected his meager winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the Priest would bless next.
He bet big on it, and it won! As the races continued, the Priest kept blessing long shots, and each one ended up winning!
The gambler was elated. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the Priest's blessing that would indicate to him which horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day.
This time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. The punter knew then that he had a winner and he bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He watched dumbfounded as the old nag came in dead last! In a state of shock, he went to where the Priest was at the track area.
Confronting him, he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a mile. Now, thanks to you, I've lost every cent of my life's savings!!!'.
The Priest nodded wisely, and with sympathy, stated, 'Son,' he said, 'I am truly sorry for your loss...but that's the problem with you Protestants, ...you can't tell the difference between a simple Blessing and the Last Rites.'
Lo and behold, that horse – though 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 that horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, that horse won the race.
He collected his meager winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the Priest would bless next.
He bet big on it, and it won! As the races continued, the Priest kept blessing long shots, and each one ended up winning!
The gambler was elated. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the Priest's blessing that would indicate to him which horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day.
This time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. The punter knew then that he had a winner and he bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He watched dumbfounded as the old nag came in dead last! In a state of shock, he went to where the Priest was at the track area.
Confronting him, he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a mile. Now, thanks to you, I've lost every cent of my life's savings!!!'.
The Priest nodded wisely, and with sympathy, stated, 'Son,' he said, 'I am truly sorry for your loss...but that's the problem with you Protestants, ...you can't tell the difference between a simple Blessing and the Last Rites.'