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Clerical Collar

A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards.

The little boy asked why he wore his collar backwards.

… The man, who was a priest, said, ‘I am a Father.’

The little boy replied, ‘My Daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.’

The priest looked up from his book and answered, ”I am the Father of many.’

The boy said, ”My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn’t wear his collar that way!’

The priest, getting impatient, said. ‘I am the Father of hundreds’, and went back to reading his book.

The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said, “Maybe you should put your pants on backwards instead of your collar.”

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Clerical Collar

A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards.

The little boy asked why he wore his collar backwards.

… The man, who was a priest, said, ‘I am a Father.’

The little boy replied, ‘My Daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.’

The priest looked up from his book and answered, ”I am the Father of many.’

The boy said, ”My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn’t wear his collar that way!’

The priest, getting impatient, said. ‘I am the Father of hundreds’, and went back to reading his book.

The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said, “Maybe you should wear a condom, and put your pants on backwards instead of your collar.”

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Dog Collar

The Meenister’s Log

A sure fire way to get a fellow traveller – be it by bus, train or plane – to start up a conversation, is to wear a clerical collar.

It works three ways – either nobody will sit next to you,if they can; secondly, they will engage you in a long tedious and usually off-the-wall discussion of their own faith; or, have a debate along the lines of “you don’t believe in all that nonsense, surely!”

I once had a very pleasant train journey from Edinburgh to London, sans dog-collar.  Sat beside a lovely family, mum, dad and a couple of young kids.  We had a great conversation, a couple of beers, and general chit-chat about the most important matters in the world: football, cars, and booze.

It was only when we reached King’s Cross, that the guy with whom I was travelling, said something along the lines of “Sandy, I never asked you what you work at?”

When he heard the answer, his jaw dropped and you could almost see him going over in his mind “what did I say that might have been inappropriate during the journey?”

On the other hand, I’ve heard of a minister who wears his collar on holiday – even while abroad – “in case someone needs pastoral help”

Aye,it takes all kinds.

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