A Rabbi and a Catholic Priest are playing golf. On the first tee, the Rabbi strokes a nice 200 yard drive down the center of the fairway. The Priest tees up, and slices his ball into the backyard of a house on the otherside of a creek. "God damn it!" growls the Priest. The Rabbi grips his arm, intoning. "Forebearance, Father! Rather ask 'God help me.'"

The Rabbi hits his second shot cleanly, leaving his ball on the fringe of the green. The Priest, after dropping a new ball on the edge of the fairway, steps up and smacks it into the center of a large oak tree. "God DAMN it!!" he shouts. Waiting in the cart, the Rabbi says " God HELP me is the answer, Father. Shame!" After 5 more inept shots and 5 more "God damn its" the Priest is finally on the green. Ominously, the sky has clouded over, lightning playing around the edges of the black clouds. The Priest steps up to his four foot putt, takes a deep breath as the rising wind ruffles his hair, and pushes it 2 inches wide of the cup. His face distorts, turning crimson. The Rabbi pleads " Forebearance, I beg of you Father!" Finally the Priest flings his putter into the air, shouting " GOD DAMN IT !!!"

Without warning, a tremendous lightning bolt splits the air, killing the Rabbi instantly. After a short pause, a voice is heard from above

GOD DAMN IT !