Saturday, 17 March 2007

An Irish joke for St Patrick's Day

An old Irish man is lying in bed, very ill. His son is sitting at his bedside, expecting the end to come at any moment. The old man looks up at the boy and says, "Son, it's time for you to get me a Protestant minister."

The son is astounded. "But, Dad!" he protests, "You've been a good Catholic all your life! You're delirious. It's a priest ye be wanting now, not a minister."

The old man looks up at him and says, "Son, please. It's me last request. Get a minister for me!"

"But, Dad," cries the son, "Ye raised me a good Catholic. You've been a good Catholic all your life. Ye don't want a minister at a time like this!"

The old man manages to croak out the words, "Son, if you respect me and love me as a father, you'll go out and get me a Protestant minister right now."

The son relents and goes out and gets the minister. They come back to the house, and the minister goes upstairs and converts him.

As the minister is leaving the house, he passes Father O'Malley coming quickly through the door. The minister stares solemnly into the eyes of the priest. "I'm afraid you're too late, Father," he says. "He's a Protestant now."

Father O'Malley rushes up the steps and bursts into the old man's room. "Pat! Pat! Why did ye do it?" he cries. "You were such a good Catholic! We went to St. Mary's together! You were there when I celebrated my first Mass! Why in the world would ye do a thing like this?"

"Well," the old man says as he looks up at his dear friend. "I figured if somebody had to go, it was better one of *them* than one of *us*."

6 comments:

Simon-Peter said...

I don't get it.

Fr Ray Blake said...

"Performed"? "celebrated", "offered", or "said" but never, ever "performed".

newhousenewjob said...

Ah, the dangers of cutting and pasting - I didn't spot that. Will change it immediately - thanks for pointing it out.

Mac McLernon said...

Fr Ray, the way some priests celebrate Mass, believe me, it's a performance...

Fr Ray Blake said...

Mac,
I was wishing, (and of course writing in the light of Sac. Car.)!

Sharon said...

I don't get it either.