One of the things my friend asked was "does it make a difference that we're all Jewish?" The unanimous answer was "YES!"
I stayed along with a a few other people and we talked some more. We came up with two reasons why it mattered to us to e with a Jewish partner. One was because only another Jew can meet some of our needs (you know the crazy stuff you carry around from your childhood). I also heard someone say "it's cool to be able to laugh at Christians and there's no one around who will get offended".
I told my to tablets joke and it got some laughs.
Do you know why the ten commandments came in two tablets? After all God could have written all of them on one tablet. So why two?
Well, God was looking for a nation to take the Torah.
God went to the French and asked them if they wanted to be his nation and keep his laws. The French asked "what's in it?" and God replied "Though shalt not commit adultery" (the truth is that that isn't exactly what it says but that's a whole other story). The French immediately replied"no, no...we can't do that".
God went to the Germans and asked them if they wanted to be his nation and keep his laws. The Germans asked "what's in it?" and God replied "Though shalt not kill". The Germans immediately replied"no, no...we can't do that".
God went to the Jews and asked them if they wanted to be his nation and keep his laws.The Jews asked "How much does it cost?" God said "it's free" the Jews said "we'll take two".
LOL!! Here's another...
ReplyDeleteA minister came into a barber shop needing a hair cut. When the barber was done, the minister pulled out his wallet to pay but the barber said "No, no...it's on the house, you are a man of the cloth and I was happy to do it for you." The next day the barber comes to his shop to open for the day and what was at his doorstep, but a bottle of wine from the minister with a note of thanks.
The following week a priest came in and the same thing happened. The barber said "No, no, put your money away, I was happy to do it and come back again". The next day, once again, there was a bottle of wine at his front doorstep with a note of thanks from the priest.
The following week a rabbi came into his shop. Again, when it was time to pay, the barber wouldn't accept anything and told him to have a nice day and come back again. The next day, when walking to work, the barber was wondering if he would be getting another bottle of wine, but as he turned the corner and looked down the street, what did he see in front of his shop? A dozen rabbis.