“It’s a very confusing era that we’re in.” Clint Eastwood
Priest: What’s confusing you this week?
Frank: Same old one God, three gods.
Priest: Frankie, most people figure out in kindergarten, it’s all about faith.
Frank: Is it sort of like snap, crackle and pop all rolled up in one big box?
Priest: You’re standing outside my church comparing God to Rice Crispies? The only reason you come to mass everyday is to wind me up. It’s not going to happen this morning.
Frank: Well, I’m confused.
Priest: No you’re not,
Frank: Yes I am.
Priest: Then here is your answer: there is one God. Anything else? ‘Cause I’m busy.
Frank: What about the Holy Ghost?
Priest: He’s the expression of God’s love.
Frank: And Jesus? Priest: Son of God. Don’t play stupid.
Frank: What is he then; does that make him a demi-God?
Priest: There are no demi-gods, you xxxxing pagan.