A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquired of his father as to when they could discuss his use of the car.
His father said he’d make a deal with his son: ‘You bring your grades up from a C to a B average, study your Bible, and get your hair cut. Then we’ll talk about the car.’
The boy thought about that for a moment, decided he’d settle for the offer, and they agreed on it.
After about six weeks his father said, ‘Son, you’ve brought your grades up and I’ve observed that you have been studying your Bible, but I’m disappointed you haven’t had your hair cut.
The boy said, ‘You know, Dad, I’ve been thinking about that, and I’ve noticed in my studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the Baptist had long hair, Moses had long hair ~ ~ ~ and there’s even strong evidence that Jesus had long hair.’
You’re going to love the Dad’s reply:
‘Did you also notice that they all walked everywhere they went?’
A strange one….yesterday I conducted a wedding at a local popular venue. First of all, the couple were delightful & the guests lovingly supportive toward the bride and groom…..but, here’s a thing: after the ceremony and the signing of the legal papers, having wished the couple well, on my way out I said to the company that I hoped that they would have a great celebration at the reception & a safe journey home. Added my thanks for their being there to rejoice with the bride and groom on that particularly happy day…… and got a round of applause!
But that’s not the strange bit. Before the service, I chatted to a new member of staff. Was asked if I were a minister (the dog-collar should have been a giveaway!) Answer: ‘yes – Church of Scotland’
‘Are you allowed to get married? Or have sex?’
‘Yes, but I’m a widower’
‘Are you in a relationship?’
‘No. And who would want a 69 year old wee fat man who is retired?’
‘Unless they’ve got loads of money’
‘You’re retired – does the Church still (?) give you a car?
“No, I’ve got my own”
“What kind?” ………..
…… so, after the ceremony, he follows me into the car park to look at my Jaguar – and asked if he could reverse it.
Saved by the piper – escorting the marriage party out. He had to dash back to get on with work.
Strange. Very strange
This (surely apocryphal) story is told of a now very eminent Minister who drove a sports car. He had been newly inducted to a new Charge and was driving around his new Parish.
The story goes that he nearly ran down one of his new parishioners. He gets out his car to see if everything is OK and that the pedestrian is alright. He hands her his card with his name and details on it – address, phone number and so on – and says that, if she wants, to get in touch.
Unfortunately, he had already written at the top of his printed calling card……….” Sorry I missed you”…