A Confession
An elderly
European man goes to confession to his local
priest.
"Father," the man
says, "during
World War II, a Jewish family
knocked on my door asking to be hidden from the
Nazis. I hid them in my attic."
"That is a
wonderful thing, my son," says the priest. "You
have no need to confess that."
"There is more,
Father," the man continues. "I made them pay me
20 Gulden for every week they stayed."
The priest thinks for a moment and replies,
"Well, that wasn't very charitable, but you did
take a great risk. God will surely forgive you
for that."
"Oh, thank you, Father," the man sighs with
relief. "I have one more question..."
"What is it, my son?"
"Do I have to tell them the war is over?"
