Your Liberty is Our Interest

CATHOLIC HORSES

One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but  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..

Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched  with interest the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the  5th race horses came to the starting gate the priest made a blessing  on the forehead of one of the horses.

Mitch made a beeline for a betting 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. The priest again  blessed a horse.

Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated.. As the races  continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one  ended up coming in first.

By and by, Mitch was pulling in some serious money. By the last  race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a  quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited the  priest’s blessing that would tell 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.

Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves  of the old nag.  Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he  owned on the old nag.

He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last.  Mitch, in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where  the priest was.

Confronting the old priest 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 Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to  you I’ve lost every cent of my savings — all of it!’.

The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy.
‘Son,’ he said, ‘that’s the problem with you Protestants,  you can’t tell the difference between a simple blessing and last  rites.’

October 4th, 2010 at 11:02 am


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