It was Rosh Hashanah morning, and the Rabbi noticed little Adam was staring up at the large memorial plaque that hung in the foyer of the synagogue. It was covered with names, and small American flags were mounted on either side of it.
The seven-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the Rabbi walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning, Adam."
"Good morning, Rabbi," replied the youngster, still focused on the plaque.
Finally, Adam asks, "Rabbi, what is this?
"Well, it's a memorial to all the men and women who died in the service."
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Adam's voice was barely audible when he asked: "Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur?"
A Rabbi and a Priest Buy a Car...
A priest and a rabbi operated a church and a synagogue across the street from each other. Since their schedules intertwined, they decided to go in together to buy a car.
After the purchase, they drove it home and parked it on the street between them.
A few minutes later, the rabbi looked out and saw the priest sprinkling water on their new car. It didn't need a wash, so he hurried out and asked the priest what he was doing.
"I'm blessing it," the priest replied.
The rabbi considered this a moment, then went back inside the synagogue. He reappeared a moment later with a hacksaw, walked over to the back of the car and cut off two inches of the tailpipe.