Pope Vs sardar

About a century or two ago, the Pope decided that all the Sardars had
to leave Italy. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Sardar
community.

So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate
with a member of the Sardar community. If the Sardar won, the Sardars
could stay. If the Pope won, the Sardars would leave.

The Sardars realized that they had no choice. So they picked a middle
aged man named Santa Singh to represent them.

Santa Singh asked for one addition to the debate. To make it more interesting, neither side would be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed.

The day of the great debate came. Santa Singh and the Pope sat opposite
each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed
three fingers. Santa Singh looked back at him and raised one finger.

The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Santa Singh
pointed to the ground where he sat.

The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Santa Singh pulled out
an apple.

The Pope stood up and said, -I give up. This man is too good. The
Sardars can stay.

An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what
had happened. The Pope said, First I held up three fingers to represent
the trinity.

He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there
was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger
around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by
pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with
us.

I pulled out the wine and wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin.

He had an answer for everything. What could I do?

Meanwhile, the Sardar community had crowded around Santa Singh. what
happened? they asked. Well, said Santa Singh, First he said to me that
the Sardars had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one
of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be
cleared of Sardars. I let him know that we were staying right here.
Yes, yes,.. and then??? asked the crowd.

I don't know, said Santa Singh, He took out his lunch, and I took out
mine.