An elderly Pope landed in New York City, not to a grand procession but to a waiting limousine.
As he approached, a mischievous glint lit his eyes. Waving over the driver, he asked, “Could I ask you a favor?” “Of course, Your Holiness!” the driver replied eagerly.
“I never get to drive anymore,” the Pope said. “Would you mind letting me take the wheel?” Though hesitant, the driver couldn’t say no.
Moments later, the Pope was behind the wheel, speeding through the streets at over 100 mph. Unsurprisingly, a police cruiser soon pulled them over. But when the officer saw who was driving, he backed away in shock and called his sergeant. “I’ve pulled over a limo, but the driver is… someone really important.” “More important than the mayor?” the sergeant asked. “Much more.” “The governor?” “Still higher.” “The President?” “Even higher.” “Then who is it?!”
The officer hesitated. “I don’t know… but the Pope is driving for him.” In another lighthearted twist, a priest was once pulled over for speeding. As the officer approached, he caught a strong smell of alcohol and spotted an empty wine bottle on the floor. “Father, have you been drinking?
“Just water, officer,” the priest replied. “Then why do I smell wine?” The priest looked down and exclaimed, “Good Lord, He’s done it again!” Both stories remind us that even the holiest among us aren’t above a bit of mischief—and that sometimes, faith and humor go hand in hand.
