The Reverend Jones woke up early one Sunday morning and looked outside of his home in inner city Melbourne. It was a perfect early Summer day - sunshine, no wind and a temperature of just over 20 degrees.
"What a perfect day for golf," he thought to himself.
Then he remembered, it was Sunday.
However, he really wanted to play golf.
After good deal of mental gymnastics, the reverend telephoned his associate minister and explained that he wouldn't be able to do the 11.00 am service as "he didn't feel up to it."
As soon as he emailed his draft sermon to the other priest, he quickly gathered his golf clubs, jumped into his car and drove to the golf course at Flinders just over an hour's drive away where he was certain he didn't know anybody.
When he arrived at the first tee, he was alone. After all, it was Sunday and most people were at church!
At this time, Saint Peter leaned over to the Lord while looking down from the heavens and exclaimed, "You're not going to let him get away with this, are you?"
The Lord signed and said, "I guess not."
Just then Reverend Jones hit the ball on the first hole, a 259 metre short par four.
It was a beautiful straight drive and it headed straight to the green, rolled up and dropped into the hole. It was an albatross, a hole in one on a par four.
St Peter was astonished. He looked at the Lord and asked, "Why did you let him do that?"
The Lord smiled and replied, "Who's he going to tell?"