The priest arrived first, his arm in a sling and scratches across his face.
“I found the bear by the river,” he said proudly. “I read passages from the Bible, sprinkled holy water on him, and after a long discussion… the bear accepted the faith.”
Next came the minister, walking with a limp and covered in bandages.
“It was difficult,” he admitted. “The bear chased me up a tree twice. But eventually, I sang hymns, shared my testimony, and baptized him in the lake.”
Finally, they heard a groan from outside. The rabbi was wheeled in on a hospital bed, wrapped head to toe in casts.
The priest and minister rushed over.
“What happened?!” they cried.
The rabbi sighed painfully and said,
“In hindsight… maybe I shouldn’t have started with circumcision.” 
