[I try to be a Christian in my daily life, but every once in a while I’d
like to really call someone a ******** for how they act or talk. A
fellow-pastor found a clever way of ‘saying’ what he could not ‘say’.]
A guy was getting ready to tee off on the first hole when a second golfer
approached and asked if he could join him. The first guy said that he
usually played alone, but agreed to the two-some. They were even after the
first few holes. The second guy said, “We’re about evenly matched, how
about playing for five bucks a hole?”
The first guy said that he wasn’t much for betting, but agreed to the terms.
The second guy won the remaining sixteen holes with ease.
As they were walking off number eighteen, the second guy was busy counting
his $80.00 and confessed that he was the pro at a neighboring course and
liked to pick on suckers.
The first fellow revealed that he was the Baptist Pastor. The pro was
flustered and apologetic, offering to return the money.
The Pastor said, “You won fair and square and I was foolish to bet with you.
You keep your winnings.”
The pro said, “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
The Pastor said, “Well, you could come to 11 a.m. Church on Sunday and make
a donation. And, if you want to bring your mother and father along, I’ll
Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”