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

Attendance was good in the small Methodist church, and there
wasn't 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 stage 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,
but 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 usher's 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!"