There was this priest who was an avid golfer. Every chance he could get, he could be found on the golf course swinging away. It was an obsession.
One Sunday was a picture perfect day for golfing. The sun was out, no clouds in the sky, and the temperature was just right. The priest was in a quandary as to what to do, and shortly, the urge to play golf overcame him.
He told his assistant that he was sick and would not be conducting church service, packed the car up, and drove three hours to a golf course where no one would recognize him.
Happily, he began to play the course. An angel up above was watching the priest and was quite perturbed.
He went to God and said, “Look at the priest. He should be punished for what he is doing.” God nodded in agreement.
The priest teed up on the first hole. He swung at the ball, and it sailed effortlessly through the air and landed right in the cup four hundred yards away (as they say in basketball, nothing but net). A picture perfect hole-in-one! He was amazed and excited.
The angel was a little shocked. He turned to God and said, “Begging Your pardon, but I thought You were going to punish him.”
“Think about it—whom can he tell?”