Poate din cauza asta sunt tot mai puțini oameni pe la biserică. Întrebarea rămâne însă: Care serviciu este cel mai periculos, cel de Vineri seara sau cel de Duminica seara?
One Shabbat morning, the rabbi noticed little Nathan staring at the memorial plaques in the lobby of the synagogue. They were covered with names, and American flags stood on both sides.
The seven-year old boy had been staring at the plaques for some time, so the rabbi walked up and said quietly, “Shabbat shalom, Nathan.”
“Shabbat shalom, Rabbi.”
The rabbi lingered a little longer.
“What is this?”
“It’s a memorial, Nathan, to all the young men and women who died in the service.”
Silently, they stood together, staring at the plaques.
Then little Nathan whispered, “Was it the Friday night or the Shabbat morning service?”