On a recent Saturday morning a few Jewish men were overheard on their was to temple.

            One man was bitterly complaining and lamenting about his son. “Let me tell you about my son,” he said very agitated. My son started to listen to some people and now he goes to a Baptist Church. I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it. Then a second man in the group jumped in. You won’t believe what happened to me son. He began talking to some people and first thing you know he’s going to a Methodist Church. Then a third man added, now let me tell you about my son. He stated going to a Pentecostal Church.

            By the time they reach the Synagogue they were all very agitated. At the front door they met their Rabbi. They repeated all their complaints to him. Then surprisingly he told them the most touching thing. Embarrassed, he began, let me tell you about my son. He now goes to a Catholic Church. I don’t know what to think.

            Then the Rabbi ushered them all into the Synagogue and urged they pray and pray hard. They all fell flat on their faces and beseeched their lord, suddenly; very suddenly the building began to shake.           

            They were terrified. Then they all heard a deep, powerful and clear voice. The voice proclaimed “now let me tell you about my son.”