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

Attendance was good in the small Methodist church, and there wasnt 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 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.

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 ushers 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!

[Thanks to TZ]