A Methodist minister meets three Baptist deacons on the golf course
and invites them to come to his church some Sunday ...and not too
many weeks thereafter, just as services are starting, they show up.

Attendance was good in the small Methodist church, and there wasn't a
pew available; several church members were already seated on folding
chairs. When the minister, just starting the service, saw the three
Baptist deacons enter, he leaned down from the pulpit and stage-
whispered to the nearest usher, "Please get three chairs for my
Baptist friends in the back."

The usher, hard of hearing, leaned closer and said, "I beg your pardon?"

"Get three chairs for my Baptist friends," repeated the minister, but
the usher strained closer with a puzzled look still on his face.

Once more the minister tried, speaking slowly and distinctly. "Three
chairs. For the Baptists," he enunciated.

The usher's face lit up in comprehension, and he turned to face the
congregation. "All right, everybody," he called out to the assembled
worshippers. "Three cheers for the Baptists!"