It seems a preacher woke up on a Sunday morning, a beautiful morning for golf, and decided to call in sick to the president of the church council. So that he wouldn't be seen, he drove 40 miles to unfamiliar country and registered to play a round of gold. Since everyone in that neck of the woods went to church, he was alone at his tee time, but that was perfectly all right with this preacher who was seeking anonymity.

As he lined up his first shot, St. Peter leaned over to God and said, "Say, you're not going to let him get away with this are you?"
God sighed and responded, "I guess not." Just then the preacher smacked the ball and it took off in supersonic flight, lifting up straight and true and with distance. It landed 400 yards later, bounced, dribbled and then rolled onto the green, across it and into the cup for a 430-yard hole-in-one.  St. Peter turned and looked at God, "That's what you call justice? That's divine retribution?” With a twinkle in His eye, God answered, "Who is he going to tell?"