The elderly priest, speaking to the younger priest, said, “It was a good idea to replace the first four pews with plush bucket seats. Worked like a charm. The front of the church always fills first now.”
The young priest nodded, and the old priest continued, “And, you told me a little more beat to the music would bring young people back to church, so I supported you when you brought in that rock ’n roll gospel choir. We are packed to the balcony.”
Thank you, Father,” answered the young priest. “I am pleased that you are open to the new ideas of youth.”
“Well,” said the elderly priest, “I’m afraid you’ve gone too far with the drive-thru confessional.”
“But, Father,” protested the young priest, “my confessions and the donations have nearly doubled since I began that!”
I know, son,” replied the elderly priest, “but that flashing neon sign,
’Toot ’n Tell or Go To Hell’ can’t stay on the church roof.”
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Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for
company.
One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked,
“Father, my dog is dead. Could ya’ be saying’ a mass for the poor
creature?”
Father Patrick replied, “I’m afraid not; we cannot have services for an
animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and
there’s no tellin’ what they believe. Maybe they’ll do something for the creature.”
Muldoon said, “I’ll go right away Father. Do ya’ think $5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?”
Father Patrick exclaimed,
“Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn’t ya tell me the dog was Catholic?
All the Best,
Jeff