Herbie was a regular visitor at the racetrack. One day he witnessed something unusual. Right before the first race, a Catholic priest visited one of the horses in the stable and blessed it. Herbie watched the race, and the horse the priest had blessed came in first.
Herbie followed the priest before the next race, and again he went to the stables and blessed another horse. Herbie bet a few dollars on the horse that the priest had blessed, and sure enough, the horse came in first and Herbie won close to fifty dollars.
The priest continued the same procedure through the next few races, and Herbie won each time by betting on whichever horse the priest had blessed. The system was working so well that between races he ran to the bank and withdrew $50,000.
Herbie got back to the track just in time for the last race of the day. Once again he followed the priest and noted which horse received the blessing, then he went to the betting window and put his whole bundle on that horse to win.
Then Herbie went to watch the race. But when the horses crossed the finish line, the one he’d bet on came in last.
Herbie was crushed. He found the priest and told him that he had been watching him all day, and all the horses he’d blessed had been winners except the last one.
“What happened to that last horse?” Herbie asked. “Why didn’t it win like the others?”
The priest sighed. “You Protestants,” he said. “You can’t even tell the difference between a blessing and last rites!”