Thursday, March 20, 2008

On Choosing a Profession

Good old Rohrblogger has another comedic blog post. I love this joke as it simply reaffirms my dead-horse saying that there is no such thing as a Christian politician. Enjoy!


Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it. So one day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects:

1) A Bible
2) A dollar
3) A bottle of whiskey
4) A Playboy magazine

"I'll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to himself, "when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up. If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and Lord, what a shame that would be.

And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum."
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. He picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's centerfold.

"Lord have mercy," the old preacher disgustedly whispered, "He's gonna be a politician!"

4 comments:

Jason said...

That's hilarious!

Jason Rohrblogger said...

I concur!

Granny said...
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Granny said...

Reminds me of the story of the farmer who was working hard out in his fields, planting wheat. It was a hot day, so he took a break by getting off his tractor and stretching out on the field, watching the sky.

The man's life as a farmer was hard, and he was not very successful. As he prayed for God to help him, he noticed that the clouds he was staring at came together to form the letters PC. He got up, left his plow and the farm, and went into the seminary. He believed that the clouds had sent him a message from God: Preach Christ.

He was even more unsuccessful as a Preacher than he was as a farmer, and when he died and went to heaven, he asked God, "Why did you tell me to leave the farm and Preach Christ when you knew I would not be successful?"

God replied, "My son, I didn't make the clouds form the letters PC so that you would leave your fields and Preach Christ. I was trying to tell you to Plant Corn."