But, Father Murray didn't want to say Mass, he wanted to play a round of golf. Father Murray told his associate pastor that he wasn't feeling well, and asked him if he would say Mass for him at nine o'clock. The younger priest agreed, and suggested that Father Murray go back to bed. Father Murray loaded his clubs into the trunk, drove to a distant golf course, where he hoped not to be seen, and started his golf game. Up in Heaven, Saint Peter was appalled. He said, 'Lord, are you going to let him get away with this?' and the Lord replied, 'Patience, Peter.' Meanwhile, Father Murray was playing the game of his life. He was driving the ball three hundred and fifty yards, and making forty foot putts. Again, Saint Peter asked the Lord, 'Lord, surely you don't intend to reward Father Murray's behavior?' Again, the Lord told Peter to be patient. Finally, Father Murray reached the last hole. He lined up the tee shot, and hit a sizzling shot which headed right for the cup. It dropped, rolled, and fell in for a hole-in-one. Father Murray was overjoyed. Saint Peter was baffled. 'Lord, why would you allow Father Murray to skip Mass, tell a lie, and then play the best golf game of his life?' The Lord answered, 'Who's he gonna tell?