The Protestant, The Priest, and The Protestant’s Wife

Once upon a time, there was a guy who was a pastor having lunch with his wife.

A friend of his walked by dressed like St. Francis.  He was a Franciscan hospital chaplain, and very outgoing.

The Protestant pastor rose from his chair.  He and the Roman Catholic monk greeted one another, hugging and laughing.

The pastor introduced his wife and his colleague to each other.

“Very nice to meet you,” said the man in the brown habit.  “Have you been to our Chapel at the hospital?  Do stop in, it’s a wonderful place to pray.”  He nodded at the pastor and said, “Both of you.   Anytime.”

“Thank you,” said the woman, smiling.

The men chatted a moment more, hugged again and the conversation was over.  The pastor sat down as the priest moved on through the restaurant.

The woman said to her husband, “Two things.  One: you’d never be able to ride your bike if you had to dress like that.  Two: you couldn’t have me, either.”  They laughed together.

Then the pastor said, “Three: he extended us an invitation.  We Protestants have a lot of catching up to do.”