THE RACE TRACK….
Bubba was from Tennessee and is a hard-shell Southern Baptist.
He loved to sneak away to the race track. One day he was there
betting on the ponies and losing his shirt when he noticed a
priest step out onto the track and bless the forehead of one
of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, this horse — a very long shot — won the race.
Bubba was most interested to see what the priest did the next race.
Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the track as
the horses for the fifth race lined up, and placed a blessing on
the forehead of one of the horses. Bubba made a beeline for the
window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though
another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race.
Bubba collected his winning and anxiously waited to see which horse
the priest bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race. The priest
showed, blessed a horse, Bubba bet on it, and it won! Bubba was
elated! As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of
the horses, and it always came in first.
Bubba 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, withdrew big money and awaited 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.
Bubba bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last.
He 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 blessed a horse
and he lost.
Now I’ve lost my 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.”