Fr. Gregory loved to golf, but for weeks it had been either too cold, too wet, or too windy to play. Then one Sunday morning he woke up to perfect golfing weather, and the temptation was just too great. He called up his deacon and said, “You’ll have to cover for me today. I’ve been called out of town on urgent business.”
Fr. Greg packed up his clubs and drove to a golf course in another town. But St. Peter happened to be watching, and as the priest stepped up to the first tee, St. Peter said to God, “Isn’t that Fr. Gregory playing golf on a Sunday morning?”
“Don’t worry,” said God. “I’ll take care of him.”
Fr. Greg hit a perfect drive. It soared about 250 yards, bounced twice, hit the green, and rolled right into the cup.
Fr. Greg was ecstatic! He teed up for the second hole, where he once again made a hole in one.
St. Peter turned to God and said, “I thought you said you’d take care of him.”
“I did,” said God. “Who’s he going to tell?”