The Baptist Cowboy


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A cowboy walks into a bar in Texas, orders three mugs of Bud and sits in the back room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, you know, a mug goes flat after I draw it, it would taste better if you bought one at a time.”

The cowboy replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Australia, the other is in Dublin, and I’m in Texas. When we all left home, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days we drank together. So I drink one for each of my brothers and one for myself.” The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.

The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”

The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then alight dawns and he laughs. “Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains “It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church in Sweetwater and I had to quit drinking… Hasn’t affected my brothers though.

Author: DanutM

Anglican theologian. Former Director for Faith and Development Middle East and Eastern Europe Region of World Vision International

2 thoughts on “The Baptist Cowboy”

  1. faina kestie danut!

    pakat ka unii bapti nu intzeleg nici engleza, nici gluma.
    de notat ka si fratii penti se desteapta in raport cu aceasta problema.
    mentionez ca la data convertirii mele cowboii baptisti cu veki state de plata in cult si proveniti din traditia baptista, spre deosebire de mine care eram un transfug de la orto, mi-au spus ca abstinenta nu e decit o gaselnitza a pastorilor legalisti. am baut vin si cognac in casa unor actuali si fosti (mari) lideri bapti si am ascultat povesti cum unii dintre ei cu toate ca s-au angajat cu intreaga biserica intr-un legamint de ‘uscaciune bahica’, au skapat ca prin minune de okii fratilor cind in cele din urma nu au comandat (cu regret) vin la masa servita in restaurant. ce sa faci, ingerul pazitor si-a facut datoria si astfel au evitat purgatoriul terestru, ca in cel celest nu cred.
    postezi asta sau e mare rusine?
    nu cred ka se va face comisie sa se afle cine a baut, asa ca ipocrizia va continua.
    a, era sa uit, sunt baptist si nu ma mindresc.
    ps sa speram ca politia nu prinde de veste ca mai tot baptistu bea dimineata intre 11 si 12 un paharel acolo, la besearica, o data pe luna si nu vine cu etilotestele sa ne testeze. nu de alta dar s-ar ridica multe carnete si ar fi mari titluri prin media cu biserici intregi sub influentza spirtului…
    pps bottoms up!


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