Reminds me of an old joke.
A priest and a lawyer are golfing. On the first hole, the priest gets his shot on the fairway, but the lawyer ends up in the trees. The lawyer cries out in frustration, “Goddamnit, I missed!”
The priest gives the lawyer a stern look, and says, “You should be careful about taking the Lord’s name in vain, or you may face His wrath.”
The lawyer just shrugs, and they continue to where their balls lie. The priest hits the ball well, and ends up on the green. The lawyer’s shot cuts right, ending up in the sand trap.
“Goddamnit, I missed!” curses the lawyer.
This time, the priest pulls the lawyer aside, and tells him, “Seriously, this is a really bad sin. It’s my job to look out for your immortal soul, and, if you keep this up, something much worse than a bad game of golf is going to come your way.” The lawyer shrugs, and the two go to play their balls where they lie.
The priest makes an amazing putt, and thanks the Lord for his good fortune. The lawyer, overcome with frustration, hits the ball way too hard, and it ends up in the drink. With the eyes of the priest glaring at him, he exclaims to the heavens, at the top of his lungs, “Goddamnit, I missed!”
The priest just shakes his head sadly, and, after a few more shots, the lawyer manages to sink his putt, and they continue on to the next hole.
As they walk, the lawyer says to the priest, “Look, I appreciate the thought, but I’m an atheist. I don’t believe in God, much less that he’s going to hurt me because of my foul mouth. So, why don’t we just play on, and you can keep your delusions of an imaginary sky-being to yourself.”
The priest sighs, says, “Very well,” and starts his backswing. At that moment, a bolt of lightning comes down from the heavens, hits the upraised golf club, and strikes the priest dead.
From far above comes a booming voice, which resounds with, “Goddamnit, I missed!”