The disciples, here, are kind of like the minister, the priest and the rabbi — all from Ireland — who find themselves in conversation one day. Their encounter quickly turns into a bitter argument. Just as they are about to do something really rash, there’s a great thunderclap and a puff of smoke. An angel has appeared in their midst!

“God sends you blessings,” announces the angel. “I invite you to make one wish for God almighty to consider granting.”

The minister jumps right in. “My wish,” he says, “is for every Catholic to disappear from our lovely, green island.”

The priest is infuriated by this; he responds in kind. “O great Angel, let there be not a single Protestant left on our sacred Irish sod.”

“And what about you, Rabbi?” the angel asks. “Do you have no wish of your own?”

“No,” says the rabbi. “Just attend to the wishes of these two gentlemen and I shall be well pleased.”