Here is a joke a work collegue shared with me today:
There were five churches in a small town:
The Presbyterian Church,
The Baptist Church,
The Uniting Church,
The Anglican Church and
The Jewish Synagogue.
Each church and synagogue was overrun with possums.
One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the possums. After much prayer and consideration they determined that the possums were predestined to be there and they shouldn’t interfere with God’s divine will.
In The Baptist Church the possums had taken over the baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put the plug in the baptistery, fill it with water and drown the possums in it. But the possums could swim, they escaped and there were twice as many there the next week.
The Uniting Church got together and decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God’s creation. So, they humanely trapped the possums and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days later, they were back.
The Anglican Church baptised the possums and registered them as members of the church. Now they only see them at Christmas and Easter.
At the Jewish Synagogue, they took one possum and had a short service with him called circumcision and they haven’t seen a possum on the property since.