Monday, September 25, 2006

Barry, God And The Bike

I'm sure many of you have been waiting for my response to the outrage by the fanatic Muslims over the Pope's remark.

I have nothing to add to the Pope's remark. The overreaction by Italian nun in Somalia and others, who attacked two churches in Iraq yesterday, should answer any questions in your mind.

My church, the Catholic church, had a black history during the dark ages. It has reformed since then, and I wouldn't want to be anything but a Catholic. It's the universality of the church I like the most.

The best thing about being a Catholic is to enjoy the Catholic jokes. I don't seem to get enough of them. So, here's my come-back Catholic joke. I received it from another Catholic friend today:

Little Barry came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted:

"Mum, I want a bike for my birthday."

Little Barry was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.

Barry's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday.

Little Barry, of course, thought he did.

Barry's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his behaviour over the last year, and write a letter to God, and tell him why he deserved a bike for his birthday.

Little Barry stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.


Dear God,

I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.

Your friend, Barry.

Barry knew this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up he letter and started over.


Dear God,

This is your friend Barry. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you,


Barry knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started again.


Dear God,

I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my birthday.

Your friend,


Barry knew he could not send this letter to God either. Barry was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church.

Barry's mother thought her plan had worked because Barry looked very sad.

"Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.

Barry walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there.

He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary, He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into his house, and up to his room.

He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Barry began to write his letter to God.





Have a nice day everyone.

Cross-blogged on Fayrouz In Beaumont

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Blogger Ash said...

Hi Faye,

Happy Belated Birthday! I thought today was your birthday but I just realised that I missed it a couple of days ago. I hope you had a lovely day. I loved the joke. Thanks for tagging me to do that book thing, I will get round to doing it one day.

Love Ash :)

9/25/2006 09:37:00 PM  
Blogger Fayrouz said...

Hi Ash,

I'm glad you're back from your holiday. I thought the joke was funny and came handy with everyone going crazy over religion.

9/25/2006 09:40:00 PM  

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