Today’s joke;

One beautiful Sunday morning in May, Msgr. Flannigan woke up and looked outside.  It was such a beautiful day that the Monsignor really wanted to go golfing, but he was supposed to say the 10 am Mass.

After just a little thought, and with a somewhat guilty conscience, Msgr. Flannigan called on the associate pastor.  When the associate pastor arrived, Msgr. Flannigan tried his best to look stricken and in between sniffles asked if the associate pastor would mind saying Mass because he was feeling under the weather.  The associate pastor was more than happy to oblige, and as soon as he had left, Msgr. Flannigan went to his car, checking to make sure no one was watching, and drove to the golf course.

It was a gorgeous day, the course was green and empty, and the Monsignor was doing well.

Up in Heaven, Saint Peter was irritated, and was making no bones about it.  “Heavenly Father,” he said, “are you going to allow one of your men to get away with this?”  God just smiled.

Msgr.  Flannigan was having a ball.  At the ninth hole, a par five, he teed off with a perfect swing, and watched in delight as the ball landed on the green.  He then watched in amazement as the ball bounced right to the hole and landed in the cup.  A hole in one on a par five!

As Msgr. Flannigan marveled at his good luck, St. Peter exploded.  “Heavenly Father!” he said in exasperation, “you let him tell a lie, shirk his duty to your faithful, and now he gets a hole in one?  You seem to be rewarding him for his sinfulness!”

God smiled indulgently at St. Peter.  “My son,” God said, “who’s he gonna tell…?”