The golfer's punishment

There was a preacher 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 after a dreadful winter dawned a picture perfect day for golfing. The sun was out, no clouds in the sky, and the temperature was just right, that ideal, rare, incredible proto-spring day which pleads with us to come away and dally.

The preacher was in a quandary as to what to do, and shortly, the urge to play golf overcame him. He called an assistant to tell him that he was sick, arranged for the assistant to take his morning and evening services, 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.

His guardian angel was watching the preacher and was quite perturbed.

He went to God and said, "Look at this preacher. He should be punished for what he is doing." God agreed.

The preacher teed up on the first hole, a murderous PAR 4. He swung at the ball, and it sailed effortlessly through the air and landed right in the cup, five hundred yards away (as they say in basketball, nothing but net). A picture perfecthole-in-one. The preacher was staggered, amazed, and terrifically excited.

The angel was a little shocked. He turned to God and said, "Begging Your pardon Lord, but I thought you were going to punish him."

The Lord smiled. "Think about it -- whom can he tell?"