Jack loves the race track. One day he was
losing his shirt when he noticed this priest who stepped
out 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.
Jack was most interested to see what the priest did for the
next race. Sure enough, he watched the priest step out
onto the track as the fifth race horses lined up, and placed
his blessing on the forehead of one of the horses. Jack 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. Jack 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, Jack bet on it, and won!
Jack was elated. As the day went on, the priest continued
blessing one of the horses and it always came in first. Jack
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
he owned and waited for the priest's blessing that would tell
him which horse to place the 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. Jack placed his bet, every last cent he owned, and
watched the horse come in dead last.
Jack 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.