A priest, a rabbi and a protestant minister walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
A priest, a rabbi and a protestant minister walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
Three men from different, but equally valid religions walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
Three men from different, but equally valid religions walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
Three people whose race, creed, national origin, sex or sexual precedence with different but equally valid theological beliefs walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
Three people whose race, creed, national origin, sex or sexual precedence with different but equally valid theological beliefs walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
Three people whose race, creed, national origin, sex or sexual preference is inconsequential with different but equally valid theological beliefs walk into a business establishment that sells adult beverages, along with other high sugar unhealthy liquid refreshments that threaten health. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
Three people whose race, creed, national origin, sex or sexual preference is inconsequential with different but equally valid theological beliefs walk into a business establishment that sells adult beverages, along with other refreshments. The bartender looks up and asks, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
Three people whose race, creed, national origin, sex or sexual preference is inconsequential with different but equally valid theological beliefs walk into a business establishment that sells adult beverages, along with other unhealthy refreshments. The employee, who makes less than minimum wage and must rely on tips to make a living looks up and asks, “If this is a joke, it isn’t very funny.”
sfnowak 
The rabbis, priests and ministers stopped talking about sin. The jurists picked it up and turned sin into a crime, and finally the psychiatrists converted sin into a complex. The result is no one today is a sinner, and
there is no sin.
What is this…some kind of joke? Perhaps not.
Rick,
You can put lipstick on a pig, and it’s still a pig. We can call sin whatever we want and excuse it away, but it really doesn’t matter. His ways are not ours and our thoughts are not His. We can’t imagine the amount or intensity of God’s love, but He’s shown that if we give Him a chance, virtually any chance, He’ll bring us to Him.
Jesus spoke of sin mainly to the pious; to the tax collectors, lepers, prostitutes, fishermen, and first century versions of normal folks like you and me, He shared hope.
Pope Francis keeps a rosary in his pocket that belonged to another priest. He took the rosary as he was closing his friend’s coffin, and now, he says when he begins to judge someone, he touches the rosary and reminds himself that he stole it, and that made him a thief, and like all of us, a sinner.
Next time we get to see one another, (and by the way, isn’t it your turn to come to my side of the world?) let’s round up some friends who happen to be clerics of various flavors, denominations and theologies. Then lets all walk proudly together into a bar together, (preferably an Irish bar) just to see what happens.
Whether or not anyone else laughs, I believe God will.
Vaya con Dios,
Esteban
Thumps up!
Yeah, Steve, you may have an Irish bar in mind, yet you don’t have The Bistro in Beverly Hills where you can again coax me into a $75 shot of Cognac. Heck, I was so bombed I still can’t remember the name of it! But I remember we laughed and had a great time all night. Do you remember Cynthia–that foxy, brilliant and wonderful forensic psychologist I was dating?
She ultimately married a good Mexican. What a great girl. Blessings…rick