I posted this a long time ago, but thought it would be fun to represent it.
A Protestant was stranded all alone on an island. He begins sending smoke signals, hoping that somebody will find him.
Ten years pass, and a boat is sailing by. The captain notices the smoke signals, and decides to pull into the island. When he docks, he sees three huts.
The Protestant runs out and embraces the captain, and says, “Thank you for rescuing me!” The captain says, “No problem, where are the others?” The man says, “There is only me, I am all alone on this island.”
The captain, confused, asks, “If you are all alone, then why are there three huts?”
The man says, “Well, the first hut is where I live, that’s my home. The second hut is my church, where I worship.” The captain asks, “And what is the third hut?” The man says, “Oh, that was the church I used to go to.”