Secretariat
11-26-2005, 05:02 PM
One day while he was at the track betting on the ponies and nearly
losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the
track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for
the 4th race.
Low and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the
race.
Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did the
next race. Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the
track as the 5th racehorses lined up, and place a blessing on the
forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for the window and placed a small bet
on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the
horse the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings and anxiously waited to see
which horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race.
As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of
the horses, and it always came in first.
Mitch 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, withdrew his savings and awaited the priest's blessing that
would tell him which horse to 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.
Mitch bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last.
Mitch 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
blessed a horse and he lost. Now I've lost my savings too, thanks
to you!!"
The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with
Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple
blessing and the Last Rites."
....
I wonder if there's an Islamic version of this.
losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the
track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for
the 4th race.
Low and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the
race.
Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did the
next race. Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the
track as the 5th racehorses lined up, and place a blessing on the
forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for the window and placed a small bet
on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the
horse the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings and anxiously waited to see
which horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race.
As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of
the horses, and it always came in first.
Mitch 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, withdrew his savings and awaited the priest's blessing that
would tell him which horse to 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.
Mitch bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last.
Mitch 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
blessed a horse and he lost. Now I've lost my savings too, thanks
to you!!"
The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with
Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple
blessing and the Last Rites."
....
I wonder if there's an Islamic version of this.