One Sunday morning, a priest wakes up and decides to go golfing. He calls his boss and says that he feels very sick, and won't be able to go to work.

Up in heaven, Saint Peter sees this and asks God, "Are you really going to let him get away with this? And on the Sabbath yet?"

"I'll take care of it," says God.

Unaware of this heavenly exchange, the priest drives to a golf course two hours away, to make sure he doesn't bump into any parishioners or fellow clergy.

When he arrives he finds the weather is perfect. The golf course is empty. The greens are immaculate. In a word: it's like it was meant to happen.

The priest selects his club, addresses the ball, adjusts his stance, and swings at the ball. Away it flies, as if carried on an invisible current of air. The ball sails off an incredible 495 yards, drops, gets a roll, and lands in the cup. It's an incredible hole in one!

Saint Peter watches in disbelief and asks God, "Why did you let him do that? I thought you were going to punish him!"

To which this God replies, "Who's he going to tell?"