A man was at the horse races playing the ponies, losing all but his shirt.
He noticed a Priest step out onto the track and blessed the forehead of
one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, that horse – a very long shot – won the race.
Next race, as the horses lined up, the Priest stepped onto the track.
Sure enough, he blessed one of the horses.
He collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the
Priest would bless next.
He bet big on it, and it won. As the races continued the Priest kept
blessing long shots, and each one ended up winning.
The man was elated. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all
his savings, and awaited for the Priest’s blessing that would tell him
which horse to bet on .
True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track for the last
race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot
of the day.
This time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag.
The man knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old
He watched dumbfounded as the old nag came in last. In a state of
shock, he went to the track area where the Priest was.
Confronting Him, he demanded, ‘Father! What happened? All day long you
blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you
blessed lost by a mile. Now, thanks to you I’ve lost every cent of my
The Priest nodded wisely and with sympathy.
‘Son,’ he said, ‘that’s the problem with you Protestants, you can’t
tell the difference between a simple blessing and last rites.’