Pastor Anderson was an avid golfer, but lately the weather had been just awful. There was never a good day to golf. Then, one bright Sunday morning, he woke up and it was fantastically beautiful out. The temperature was pleasant, the ground was dry but not too dry, the sun was shining, and he just couldn't wait to go out and golf. So he decided to call in sick. The associate pastor would lead the service, and he'd go out golfing, with nobody the wiser.

So he went out to a golf course that he was pretty sure none of his congregants knew about and started out. The first hole was an easy one, a par 3. He teed off with a spectacular drive that struck the pin and fell directly down into the hole. He was ecstatic. Not only was it a great day, but his golf game was great too. Then he teed off on the second hole, a notorious hole with a wicked dogleg in the middle. But a crow started up a racket, startling him, and the ball went zinging off straight towards the rough. When he went to look for it, he was astonished to discover that it had gone straight into the hole! The third hole was really easy -- only a par 2. This one he overshot the green, but the ball bounced off a tree back onto the green and rolled right into the hole. Another hole-in-one! This kept up hole after hole after hole.

Up in Heaven, God was watching the scene with St Peter. "You're doing that, aren't you?" asked St Peter.

"Yep," said God.

"But why? He's ditching church and you're giving him the best golf game of his life? Holes-in-one on every single hole, even the really difficult ones?"

"Yeah, but who's he gonna tell?"