A parish priest from Ottawa got a standing ovation from his followers after he admitted that he had a ‘significant’ gambling problem, although he stressed that he had not spent the congregation’s money on his gambling habits. He said that he had used his own money to fund his “problem” and had won enough to keep him in the game. Now I ask you – if you’re making enough to fund an activity that gives you some pleasure, you’re not harming anyone by doing so, and you are honest about what you’re doing, why is it necessary to go through the rigmarole of making a public apology for something that clearly doesn’t matter in the slightest?
Little Johnny was going to his father’s house one day and he was packing everything in his room and putting it in his little red wagon.
He was walking to his father’s house with his wagon behind him, when he came to this hill.
He started up the hill but was constantly swearing “This goddamn thing is so heavy!”
A priest heard him and came out. “You shouldn’t be swearing,” said the priest. “God hears you…He is everywhere…He’s in the church…He’s on the sidewalk…He’s everywhere!”
Then Little Johnny said: “Oh, is he in my wagon?”
The priest replied: “Yes Johnny, God is in your wagon.”
Little Johnny replied: “Well tell him to get the hell out and start pulling!”
