One day, while betting on the horses and nearly losing his shirt, Mitch noticed something unusual. A priest stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of a horse lining up for the 4th race.
To Mitch’s surprise, the horse—an extreme long shot—won the race.
Curious, Mitch watched again as the priest blessed another horse before the 5th race. Mitch rushed to the window and placed a small bet on it. Once again, the blessed horse won.
By the 6th race, Mitch was fully invested. The pattern continued: the priest blessed a horse, and it came in first. Mitch started raking in money and by the final race, he was convinced his fortune had arrived.
He hurried to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and watched for the priest’s next move.
This time, the priest blessed the horse’s forehead, eyes, ears, and hooves.
Convinced this was a “super-blessing,” Mitch bet everything.
The horse came in dead last.
Shocked and broke, Mitch found the priest and demanded,
“What happened, Father? All day you blessed horses and they won. The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. I bet everything!”
The priest shook his head and replied,
“That’s the problem with you Protestants—you can’t tell the difference between a simple blessing and Last Rites.”
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