Three Pastors from the south were having lunch in a diner.
One said, “Ya know, since summer started I’ve been having trouble with squirrels in my loft and attic at church. I’ve tried everything-noise, spray, cats-nothing seems to scare them away.
Another said, “Yea, me too. I’ve got hundreds living in my attic. I’ve even had the place fumigated, and they won’t go away.”
The third said, “I baptized all mine, and made them members of the church... Haven’t seen one back since!”
Seems Rabbi Moskovitz and Rabbi Greenberg bumped into each other after several years. “So, Sam,” Moskovitz asks, “How is your boy since he got back from the Holy Land?”
“Not so good, Avi,” comes the reply. “Do you know while my sone was in the Holy Land he became a Christian?”
“NO! You know the very same thing happened to my son? Let’s go talk to Rabbi Ben Judah and see if he knows anything about this.”
So they get to Rabbi Ben Judah’s house and tell him their concern and he says, “You know, I too have a son who went to the Holy Land. And my son also came back a Christian. We should go to prayer. Perhaps God will know what is going on.”
So they stood with their arms stretched to the east and Rabbi Ben Judah prays, “Oh, God of our fathers Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. God who brought the children of Israel out of Egypt with a mighty arm and outstretched hand. We all have sons who have visited the Holy Land and they have all come back Christian. Do you know what is going on?”
A voice came from heaven, “You know, I too have a Son who went to the Holy Land ...”