A man walked into a church, stepped into the confession booth, and sighed heavily. “Father, I have deeply sinned.”
“Tell me, my child,” the priest replied warmly.
“Well, on Monday, I was at my girlfriend’s house. We were completely alone, the house was empty… and I succumbed to temptation.”
“It happens, my son,” the priest said gently. “Say two prayers and you shall be forgiven.”
“But Father, it doesn’t end there,” the man continued. “On Tuesday, my girlfriend was out, but her sister was home alone. The house was empty… and I sinned again.”
The priest frowned. “You must control your urges, child. Say eight prayers.”
“And on Wednesday, her mom was the only one there. Empty house… and I sinned. On Thursday, it was her aunt. On Friday, her grandmother. Same story every single time, Father.”
The confession booth went dead silent.
“And then on Saturday,” the man went on, “I went over to her house again, and the only person home was her father, and well…”
When the man didn’t hear a reply, he stepped out of the booth. The church was completely deserted. He looked around frantically until he spotted the priest perched high up on the belfry, clinging tightly to the roof rafters.
“Father!” the man yelled up. “What are you doing up there? I haven’t even finished my confession!”
The priest looked down in absolute terror and shouted back:
“Stay back! I am not coming down! The two of us alone, the church is completely empty… and I am not taking any chances!”
