the senior pastor of a church, (not mine!) decided he'd go golfing instead of doing his sermon. he asked the junior pastor to do the message, because he wasn't feeling well. saint peter, (it's always him!)
said indignantly to god, " are you going to let him get away with that?"
god said nothing. the pastor had the best game he ever played, whatever is a good handicap, he got it. the sun was shining, and birds were singing, which was really annoying to saint peter. peter is not exactly a shrinking violet. he said to god, "aren't you going to at least rain down on him? " god said nothing. the pastor finished his game, and it was the best game he ever played in his life. saint peter said, "how could you let him do that? he played great! that's just not right!"
god looked at him and said, "who's he going to tell?"
said indignantly to god, " are you going to let him get away with that?"
god said nothing. the pastor had the best game he ever played, whatever is a good handicap, he got it. the sun was shining, and birds were singing, which was really annoying to saint peter. peter is not exactly a shrinking violet. he said to god, "aren't you going to at least rain down on him? " god said nothing. the pastor finished his game, and it was the best game he ever played in his life. saint peter said, "how could you let him do that? he played great! that's just not right!"
god looked at him and said, "who's he going to tell?"
