A punter was at the horse races playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt when he noticed a priest had stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lined up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold! that horse won the race by a long shot.
The next race, as the horses lined up, the priest again stepped onto the track. Sure enough, he blessed one of the horses.
This time, the punter made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the "blessed" horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race.
He then collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless next. He bet big on it, and again it won. As the day's races continued the priest kept blessing long shots, and each one ended up winning.
The punter was on cloud nine after collecting the winnings from his bets. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the priest's blessing which he took as signal as to 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. However, this time the priest also blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. The punter thought for sure that this had to be the big winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He watched dumbfounded as the old nag came in last. In a state of shock, he went to the track area where the priest stood, and he confronted the priest saying, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses, so I bet on them, 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 savings!'
The priest looked at the man sympathetically.
Then, the priest with his head shaking said, 'Son, that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the last rites.' -Contributed by Ralph
Lo and behold! that horse won the race by a long shot.
The next race, as the horses lined up, the priest again stepped onto the track. Sure enough, he blessed one of the horses.
This time, the punter made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the "blessed" horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race.
He then collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless next. He bet big on it, and again it won. As the day's races continued the priest kept blessing long shots, and each one ended up winning.
The punter was on cloud nine after collecting the winnings from his bets. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the priest's blessing which he took as signal as to 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. However, this time the priest also blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. The punter thought for sure that this had to be the big winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He watched dumbfounded as the old nag came in last. In a state of shock, he went to the track area where the priest stood, and he confronted the priest saying, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses, so I bet on them, 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 savings!'
The priest looked at the man sympathetically.
Then, the priest with his head shaking said, 'Son, that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the last rites.' -Contributed by Ralph
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