| In France, the
assistant pastors do not live in the main rectory. That is reserved
for the Pastor and his housekeeper. One
day the pastor invited his new young assistant pastor to have dinner
at the
rectory. While being served, the young pastor noticed how shapely
and lovely
the housekeeper was and down deep in his heart he wondered if there
was more between
the pastor and his housekeeper than met the eye. After
the meal was over, the middle-aged pastor assured the young priest
that everything
was purely professional ... that she was the housekeeper and
cook and that was that.
About a week
later the housekeeper came to the pastor and said, "Father,
ever since the
new assistant came for dinner I have not been able to find the
beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose he took it, do you?"
The Pastor
said, " Well, I doubt it but I'll write him a letter." So
he sat down
and wrote, "My son, I'm not saying you did take the gravy ladle
and I'm
not saying you did not take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains
that it has
been missing since you were here for dinner."
The young
assistant received the letter, and he answered it as follows:
"Dear Father,
I'm not saying that you do sleep with the housekeeper and I'm
not saying that
you do not sleep with the housekeeper. But I do know for sure
that if you slept
in your own bed you would find the gravy ladle."
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