Moses, Jesus, and an old gnarly man were playing golf.
The hole (that the ball goes into, I don’t know the technical golf term, sorry) was on a small island in a lake over the hill.
Moses hit the ball and it rolled down the hill about a foot in front of the lake, when suddenly the lake’s water parted sides and allowed the ball to roll neatly into the hole.
It was Jesus’ turn. Jesus hit the ball, and when it reached the lake it “walked” right across the water in little leaps and rolled nicely into the hole.
Then the old man hit the ball, and it only rolled about a foot onto the ground when a big black crow came flying down and grabbed it with its beak, took the ball up into a tree, where it was stolen by a squirrel. The squirrel then hopped into another tree, and an eagle swooped down just then and grabbed the squirrel (the ball was in the squirrels mouth). The eagle and squirrel fought for a long time in mid-air, when suddenly out of the clear blue skies, a single flash of lightening came down and struck the eagle dead, the squirrel fell and dropped the ball right into the hole on the island in the lake.
Jesus looked at the old man and said, “Nice job, Dad.”
This time, Jesus and Moses are playing golf alone.. Moses hits one straight for the water hazard. He raises his club above his head, a strong east wind parts the water and the ball rolls up on the green about a foot from the cup. Amazing (dare I say miraculous) shot…
Jesus tees up and slices the ball horrendously into the rough. Just before the ball stops rolling, he makes a mystic gesture with his hand and a bolt of lightning falls from the sky, hitting the ball and popping it back onto the fairway. Again, just before the ball stops rolling, Jesus makes another mystic gesture with his hand. The earth starts pitching and rolling in a fierce earthquake which opens up a furrow from the ball to the green and the ball rolls down the furrow for a hole in one.
Jesus turns to Moses and says “OK, ya wanna screw around, or do you want to play golf?”
