A Scottish minister is having the round of his life, when, on the 18th hole, he founds himself in one of those hellish links pot bunkers. The ball is tight up against the wall of the bunker.
Thinking that desperate situations require desperate measures, the minister decides to pray.
“O Lord, I know its not right to pray for golf, but just this one time, please help me out of this situation.”
Then, he takes his stance and begins the backswing. At the top, he stops and steps back again.
“And Lord? Don’t send Jesus. This is no job for a boy.”