Every good act means we are not alone

TWO young fellas had stolen a bag of oranges and were sitting under a milkwood tree in Maitland Cemetery divvying up their loot.

Two oranges had fallen to the ground as they scrambled over the cemetery gate, but in their rush to get out of sight, they decided to leave them there.

A chap who had been drinking heavily, stumbling past the cemetery gate, heard a hushed voice saying, “One for me and one for you. One me and one for you…”

He ran off to a nearby church, crashed through its door, shouting, “Father, Father please. You gotta come with me. God and the devil are sharing corpses at the cemetery.”

The sceptical priest and his informant rushed back to the cemetery where they heard, “One for me and one for you. One me and one for you…”

Suddenly, the counting stopped and the same voice said, “Hey, let’s go and get the two at the gate.”

In his rush to get away, the priest almost ran past his church, shouting, “Oh no, no, no, we are not dead yet!”

If the padre had been more selective in terms of whom he listened to and had not been so consumed by his fear he could have literally stood his ground, he might then have discovered that “God and the devil” were actually two of his naughtiest altar servers.

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