Who’s Going to Believe Him

A priest wakes up one Sunday morning to absolutely perfect golfing weather. After weeks of rain and wind, the sky is clear, the sun is shining, and there’s just the slightest breeze.

But of course… it’s Sunday. He’s supposed to lead the service.

On impulse, he decides to play hooky. He calls the other priest in the parish and says, “I’m not feeling well. Can you take the service today?”

As soon as he hears the church bells ring, he sneaks out to the golf course. Nobody will see him — everyone is in church.

Up in heaven, God and St. Peter are watching. St. Peter is outraged.

“Lord, what are you going to do about this? He skipped church… to golf!”

God just smiles.

The priest steps up to the first tee, swings, and — hole in one. He’s stunned. At the second hole, he swings again — another hole in one. The ball barely touches the grass.

St. Peter throws up his hands. “I saw that! The breeze changed right at the last second. That was YOU!”

God still says nothing.

At the next hole, the priest hits a terrible shot. The ball flies into the trees, hits a branch, rebounds, lands on the green, rolls in a perfect curve to the cup… circles it… rolls away… then slowly rolls BACK… and drops right in.

St. Peter is beside himself. “Lord! He’s having the best golf game of his entire life! This is punishment?”

God finally answers, “Tell me, Peter… who’s he going to tell? And if he does — who’s going to believe him?”