A hermit who had always been a good and kind man, but had never belonged to any organized religion, died and went to heaven. St. Peter said, 'We're awfully glad to have you here, but I'm in a quandary. I'm not sure where you would best fit in. Let's try with the Judaic sects, the Jews and Christians and Muslims, the people who recognize the names Job and Moses and Abraham, and let you see what you think.'
So the man stayed there a time, and St. Peter came to check on him. 'I love it here,' said the hermit, 'but I don't really feel like I fit in. I don't want to offend anyone. Maybe I should try another group.'
So St. Peter put him in with the Buddhists and Hindus and the Eastern sects. And after a time, he came to check on the hermit. 'It's wonderful here,' he said. 'I have no complaints at all. But I feel maybe I don't fit in even as well as with the other group. Did you say there was a third group? Perhaps I should try that?'
St. Peter hemmed and hawed, and prevaricated a bit, and finally said, 'We can try it if you want. But you must be very scrupulous to go along with the crowd. You must work very hard to fit in and not make waves. And you must never, never, ever tell about the things you've seen so far. I need your solemn vow about this!
'You see,' said the saint, 'the third group is the Baptists, and they think they're the only ones up here.'