When bear season opened, a country preacher called his elder board and whispered over the phone that he was so sick he'd lost his voice. Then he headed to the hills with his rifle.
On a perilous twist in the trail, the pastor collided with a bear and went tumbling down the mountainside. His rifle went one way and he went the other, landing on a rock and breaking both legs.
That was the good news. The bad news was the ferocious bear had followed him over the cliff, was now charging at him from a distance, and the minister couldn't move.
"Oh Lord," the preacher prayed, "I'm so sorry for lying and skipping services today. Please forgive me and grant me just one wish.... Please make a Christian out of that bear that's coming at me. Please, Lord!"
That very instant, the bear skidded to a halt, fell to its knees, clasped its paws together and began to pray aloud right at the preacher's feet.
"Dear Lord, bless this food I am about to receive. In Jesus' name, Amen."