The Blessing
Mitch, a hard-shell Southern Baptist, loved to sneak away to
the race track.
One day he was there betting on the ponies and nearly losing
his shirt when he noticed this 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, this horse - a very long shot
- won the race.
Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did the next
race. Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the track
as the 5th race horses lined up, and placed this 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 another long shot, the horse
the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winning and anxiously waited to see which
horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race.
The priest showed, blessed a horse, Mitch bet on it, and it
won!
Mitch was elated!
As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of the
horses, and it 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 big money 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. Mitchell bet every cent, and watched the
horse come in dead last.
Mitchell was dumbfounded.
He made his way to the track and when he found the priest, he
demanded, "What happened, Father? All day you blessed horses
and they won. The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost.
Now, I've lost my savings, thanks to you!!"
The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem
with you Protestants... you can't tell the difference between
a simple blessing and the Last Rites
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