and nearly lost his shirt.
He noticed this priest who stepped onto the track
and blessed the forehead of one of
the horses lining up for the fourth race.
Lo and behold, this horse - a very long shot - won the race.
George was interested to see what
the priest did for the next race.
As George watched, the priest stepped out onto the track
as horses lined up for the fifth race. The priest blessed the
forehead of one of the horses
and George made a beeline for the window to place a small bet on the
horse. Again, the priest had blessed a long shot --
and the horse won the race!!!
George collected his winnings and anxiously waited to see
which horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the sixth
race. The priest showed,
blessed a horse, George bet on it, and won!
As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of
the horses, and it always came in first. George 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 and withdrew
every penny that he owned.
George waited for 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.
George placed his bet - every cent he owned
- and watched the horse come in dead last!
George 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 bless a horse and he loses.
Now I've lost my life 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