Technically it could have been a Catholic or a Protestant Minister.
It reminds me of the old story.
A priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk into a bar and the bartender says, "Is this some kind of joke?"
I'm a sucker for any joke that begins with, "a priest, a rabbi and a minister walk into a bar,...." or "a guy walks into a bar,..."
Not funny.
A priest and a rabbi are seated together on a plane eating there in flight meal
After a while, the priest turns to the rabbi and asks: "Is it still a requirement of your faith that you not eat pork?"
The rabbi responds: "Yes, that is still one of our beliefs."
The priest then asks: "Have you ever eaten pork?"
To which the rabbi replies: "Yes, on one occasion, I did succumb to temptation and tasted a ham sandwich."
The priest nodded in understanding and went on with his meal.
A while later, the rabbi spoke up and asked the priest: "Father, is it still a requirement of your church that you remain celibate?"
The priest replied: "Yes, that is still very much a part of our faith."
The rabbi then asked him: "Father, have you ever fallen to the temptation of the flesh?"
The priest replied: "Yes, rabbi, on one occasion I was weak and broke with my faith."
The rabbi nodded understandingly and then they sat silent for about five minutes,…
Then the rabbi spoke again to the priest: "Beats a ham sandwich, doesn't it?"
I heard this a long time ago, but the original punch line is, "Ah, then he is going to be a politician!"
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Father Flannigan, an elderly priest invited Father O'Connell, a younger
priest from a neighboring parish who was fresh from the seminary, over for
dinner. During the meal, the young priest couldn't help noticing how
attractive and shapely the house keeper was. Over the course of the evening
he started to wonder if there was more between the elderly priest and the
housekeeper than met the eye.
Reading the young priest's thoughts, the elderly priest volunteered, "I
know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, my relationship with my
housekeeper is purely professional."
About a week later the housekeeper came to the elderly priest and said,
"Father Flannigan, ever since the Father O'Connell came to dinner, I've
been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose
he took it do you?"
The priest said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write him a letter
just sure." So he sat down and wrote:
"Dear Father O'Connell
I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation at dinner the other night and hope we
have the opportunity to do so again.
On another matter. We had a beautiful silver ladle which was a gift from a
parishioner that comes to visit from time to time. The ladle has come up
missing and I would be very embarrassed to invite her over and she notice
the missing ladle. It is very important that it be found.
Now, I'm not saying that you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and
I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains
that it has been missing ever since you were here."
Several days later the elderly priest received a letter from the young
priest which read:
"Dear Father Flannigan,
I also enjoyed our dinner and conversation and hope note only that we do so
again, but also that I be permitted to return the favor.
On the other matter. Now, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with your
housekeeper, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with your
housekeeper. But the fact remains that if you were sleeping in your own
bed, you would have found the gravy ladle by now."
That's interesting! In our family, this is a first birthday tradition. We put rosary beads, a shot glass, and a coin in front of them and see which they grab first. And try to take a picture.
I like this version better:
The Country Preacher
I remember the story about the old country preacher
who had a teenage son, and it was getting time
the boy should give some thought along the line
of choosing a profession.
Like many young men, then and now,
the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do
and he didn't seem overly concerned about it.
One day, while the boy was away at school,
his father decided to try an experiment.
What he did was, he went into the boy's room
and placed on his study table these three objects:
a Bible, a silver dollar, and a bottle of whiskey...
"Now then," the old preacher said to himself
"I'll just hide behind the door here, and when my son
comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which of these three objects he picks up.
If he picks up the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be!
If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a businessman,
and that would be o.k. too.
But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be
a drunkard - a no-good drunkard and Lord,
what a shame that would be."
The old man was anxious as he waited,
and soon he heard his son's footsteps
as he came in the house whistling
and headed back to his room.
He deposited his books on the bed, as a matter of routine,
and as he turned around to leave the room...
he spotted the objects on the table.
With a curious set in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.
What he finally did was, He picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm.
He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket.
He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink...
"Lord have mercy," the old man whispered,
"He's gonna be a politician!"