The Missionary and the Lion

A joke to share . . .

Friar Lovemuch, a missionary, is in Africa looking for a few Christian
converts. He is marching across the plains with his crucifix and holy
bible in hand when suddenly he comes face to face with a huge,
ferocious lion.

Friar Lovemuch’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he drops to his
knees in a near faint.

“Beloved God Almighty, King of Kings, all-knowing, Father of the
world!” pleads Lovemuch, praying fiercely. “Save my blessed life.”

The lion watches the Christian closely and then bows his own head,
crosses his paws and murmurs in a soft growl, “Beloved God
Almighty, King of beasts, O Lord of the jungle, please bless this poor
fool I am about to eat.”

They both were right, no? God has to bless both of them — the lion to
eat the missionary and the missionary to save his life.

But I think that the God of the lion is much stronger than the God of
the missionary. The lion’s prayer will be listened to because he
doesn’t go to church.

He doesn’t go to church. Therefore, his prayer will be a natural
prayer.