My father was raised Baptist. My mom, Christian Scientist. How they became Episcopalians is a long story. At any rate, here's my contribution:
How many Episcopalians does it take to change a light bulb?
* None. The old one is complete and sufficient by itself, and should not be changed according to the world's whims.
* Four. One to call the electrician, one to clear it with the vestry, and two to argue about how much better candles were.
* Five. One to screw in the new bulb and four to create an organization for the preservation of the old bulb.
* A whole congregation. One to move that the bulb be changed while the others debate until the room spins.
* . . .What do you mean change? I'll have you know my grandfather bought that light bulb, and I'm not going see anyone change that on some stupid whim. That's the problem today -- no respect for what our families have put into this church all these years....
I am neither Catholic nor Irish, but I love this joke from this
Making Light Post
The circus was in town, and a couple of the members of the acrobat troupe decided to seek out the Catholic Church for confession. The good father heard them one at a time, then finally perplexed, blurted out, "I can't quite place your accents, are you from around here?"
He was told that no, they were some acrobats from the visiting circus. "What kinds of things do you do?" he asked. Whereupon the acrobats started demonstrating their talents in the aisles of the church to the priest who had come out of the confessional to watch.
Whereupon Rosie O'Grady and Molly Malloy walk through the doors. Rosie takes one look at the goings on and exclaims to Molly , "Ach Molly, an' look at what the good father's givin for penance today. An' me without a stitch of underdrawers on!"