his Bar Mitzvah, but was sorely lacking in his knowledge of the Jewish
faith. To remedy this, he sent his son to Israel to experience his
heritage firsthand.
A year later, the young man returned home, saying, "Father, thank you for
sending me to the land of our Fathers," the son said. "It was a wonderful
and enlightening experience; however, I must confess that while in Israel,
I converted to Christianity."
Oi vey," replied the old man, "what have I done?"
So, in the tradition of the patriarchs, he went to his best friend and
sought his advice and solace.
"It is amazing that you should come to me with this question," said his
friend. "I, too, sent my son to Israel, and he returned a Christian."
So, in the traditions of the Patriarchs, they went to see the Rabbi. "It
is amazing that you should come to me," said the Rabbi. "I, too, sent my
son to Israel and HE returned as a Christian. What is happening to our
sons? Brothers, we must take this to the Lord," said the Rabbi. So, they
fell to their knees and began to wail and pour out their hearts to the
Almighty.
As they prayed, the clouds above opened up and a mighty voice boomed out,
"Amazing that you should come to me with this problem. I, too, sent My SON
to Israel..."
