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One day while he was at the
track betting on the ponies and nearly losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a
priest who stepped 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.
Mitch was most interested to
see what the priest did the next race. Sure enough, the priest
stepped out onto the track as the 5th race horses lined up, and placed a
blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for the
window, and placed a small bet on the horse.
Again, even though it was
another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the
race.
Mitch collected his
winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless
for the 6th race.
Mitch was elated! As
the day went on, the priest continued blessing horses, and they always
came in first.
Mitch began to pull in some
serious money, and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were
going to come true. He made a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew his
savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which
horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the
priest stepped out onto the track before the last race and blessed the
forehead, eyes, ears, and hooves of one of the horses. Mitch bet
every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last. Mitch was
dumbfounded.
He made his way to the
track, and when he found the priest, he demanded, "What happened,
Father? All day long you blessed horses and they won. The
last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. Now, thanks to you
I've lost all my savings!!"
The priest nodded wisely and
said, "That's the problem with Protestants! You can't tell the
difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites!
track betting on the ponies and nearly losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a
priest who stepped 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.
Mitch was most interested to
see what the priest did the next race. Sure enough, the priest
stepped out onto the track as the 5th race horses lined up, and placed a
blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for the
window, and placed a small bet on the horse.
Again, even though it was
another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the
race.
Mitch collected his
winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless
for the 6th race.
Mitch was elated! As
the day went on, the priest continued blessing horses, and they always
came in first.
Mitch began to pull in some
serious money, and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were
going to come true. He made a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew his
savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which
horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the
priest stepped out onto the track before the last race and blessed the
forehead, eyes, ears, and hooves of one of the horses. Mitch bet
every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last. Mitch was
dumbfounded.
He made his way to the
track, and when he found the priest, he demanded, "What happened,
Father? All day long you blessed horses and they won. The
last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. Now, thanks to you
I've lost all my savings!!"
The priest nodded wisely and
said, "That's the problem with Protestants! You can't tell the
difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites!
