Reform Rabbis Meet Their Maker
Three Reform Rabbis were in a terrible auto wreck. None survived. One
minute they were driving along the highway, talking and laughing and
joking, and the next, BOOM! they were before the creator of all.
Shaking his head, The Omnipotent One looks at the three.
"Reform I can understand. But where will it end?"
"You! Goldblum! The ashtrays in your temple so My people could smoke while
the Torah was being read? I can live with that. Men are weak, but the Word
Goldblum sighed with relief.
"Bauman! Really, I can accept My people need to eat, but really: Serving
Ham Sandwiches to the devout at the temple during Yom Kippur?"
Bauman hung his head in shame.
"Even that I can allow to pass, even with the eating of that which is not
Kosher. I'm not pleased at all with the playing fast and loose with my
people, but I can accept these indiscresions."
Finally, he turns to the third rabbi and says, "You, on the other hand have
gone to far! Am I asking too much? No, you flaunt the world at me, even on
the holiest days of Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur by putting out a sign
saying "Closed for the Holiday!"