A man went into confession one day. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” said the man. “What have you done?” asked the priest. “I housed a refugee during the second world war.” “That is not a sin,” replied the priest. “You don’t understand,” replied the man. “I made him pay rent.” To which the priest replied, “Well, that wasn’t very charitable, but I wouldn’t say it’s a sin.” “Then, Father, may I ask your opinion of something?” “Of course,” said the priest. “Should I tell him the war is over?”