| The CEO of Ingham’s
Chicken manages to arrange a meeting with the Pope at the Vatican. After receiving the Papal blessing, he whispers, “Your eminence, we have an offer for you. Ingham’s is prepared to donate $100 million dollars to the church if you change the Lord’s Prayer from ‘give us this day our daily bread’ to, ‘give us this day our daily chicken.’ The Pope responds, “That is impossible. The prayer is the word of the Lord. It must not be changed.” “Well,” says the Ingham’s man, “we anticipated your reluctance. For this reason, we will increase our offer to $300 million dollars. All we require is that you change the Lord’s Prayer from ‘give us this day our daily bread’ to ‘give us this day our daily chicken.’ Again, the Pope replies, “That, my son, is impossible. For the prayer is the word of the Lord and it must not be changed.” Finally, the Ingham’s guy says, “Your Holiness, we at Ingham’s respect your adherence to your faith, but we do have one final offer. We will donate $500 million dollars – that’s half a billion dollars – to the great Catholic church if you would only change the Lord’s Prayer from ‘give us this day our daily bread’ to ‘give us this day our daily chicken.’ Please consider it.” And he leaves. The next day the Pope convenes the College of Cardinals. “There is some good news,” he announces, “and some bad news.” “The good news is that the Church will come into $500 million dollars.” “And the bad news, your Eminence?” asks a Cardinal. “We’re losing the Tip Top Account.” One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the rascally behaviour
that was going on. Three little boys were looking for a summer job. Their preacher needed
some people to go around and sell bibles. So the preacher hired two boys
without even thinking twice. But he was hesitant about hiring the third
boy because he suffered from a speech impediment. At a remote monastery deep in the woods, the monks followed a rigid vow
of silence. This vow could only be broken once a year on Christmas, by
one monk and the monk could speak only one sentence. One Christmas, Brother
Thomas had his turn to speak and said, ‘I love the delightful mashed
potatoes we have every year with the Christmas roast!’ Then he sat
down. Silence ensued for 365 days. The next Christmas, Brother Michael
got his turn, and said, ‘I think the mashed potatoes are lumpy and
I truly despise them!’ Once again silence ensued for 365 days. The
following Christmas, Brother Paul rose and said, ‘I am fed up with
this constant bickering!’ One Sunday a pastor asked his congregation to consider giving a little
extra in the offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would
be able to pick out three hymns. After the offering plates were passed,
the pastor glanced down and noticed that someone had contributed a $1000
bill. He was so excited that he immediately shared his joy with his congregation,
and said he’d like to personally thank the person who had placed
the money in the plate. A very quiet, elderly, saintly widow shyly raised
her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front. Slowly she made her
way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much
and asked her to pick out three hymns. Her eyes brightened and she looked
over the congregation, pointed to the three handsomest men in the building
and said, ‘I’ll take him and him and him.’ A clergyman was walking down the street when he came upon a group of a few boys about 10 years of age, surrounding a dog. Concerned that the boys were hurting the animal, he went over and asked them what they were doing. One of the boys replied, ‘This dog is an old neighbourhood stray. We take him home with us sometimes, but only one of us can take him home. So we’re having a contest: whichever one of us tells the biggest lie can take him home today.’ Of course, the Revered was shocked. ‘You boys shouldn’t be having a contest telling lies!’ he exclaimed. He then launched into a 10 minute sermon against lying, beginning, ‘Don’t you boys know it’s a sin to lie?’ and ending up with ‘Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie.’ There was complete silence for about a minute. As the Reverend smiled with satisfaction that he’d gotten through to them, the smallest boy gave a deep sigh. ‘All right,’ he said, ‘give him the dog.’ |
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