The Last Supper

The Cork born Father O'Connor's reputation for castigating the Brits from
the pulpit was legendary. However, the congregation in his new parish of
Boston, Mass., tired of him lambasting the Brits for the horrors they
inflicted upon the Irish for generations.

Ultimately, the Archbishop opted
to send the good father to a small hamlet in the far reaches of Tennessee
where, His Grace said, "The folks know nothing of England and care less. So
Knock off the Brit bashing and you'll better serve Holy Mother Church."

Several weeks later, when Father O'Connor stood into the pulpit to deliver
his first sermon to his new congregation, the local Bishop, who knew of
O'Connor's reputation, was in attendance to check up-on him.

"My dear brethren," Father O'Connor began, "this morning I'd like to talk
about The Last Supper."

Not bad, though the Bishop. Safe enough ground.

"Now, the lesson to be learned from The Last Supper, where Christ knew He'd
been betrayed, is that the sin of betrayal is the worst sin of all. A sin
never forgiven by God or man," thundered Father O'Connor.

Fair enough, thought the Bishop.

"Christ looked around at His apostles. 'Was it you Peter, who betrayed me?'
He asked."

"Not I My Lord," answered Peter.

"Was it you John?"

"Not I My Lord."

"Christ asked each of them in turn and finally came to Judas, who was
sitting at the end of the table, his head bowed. Was it you, Judas, who
betrayed me? asked Christ, and Judas responded,

"Wot? Me? Not on yer bloody life, Mi'lud."

The Bishop fainted

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