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March 2006 The below is an excerpt from the National Center for Jewish Healings annual publication, The Outstretched Arm, Volume 2, Issue 3, Fall 2005/5761. For more copies of this or any other issue of this publication, please contact us at . Purim Purim, like Hanukkah, is not a biblical holiday, but a rabbinic one. Similar to Hanukkah, the holiday of Purim reflects some historical realities and responses like wandering and exile, majority/minority relations, and the like. But our response to the threat of annihilation in this instance is to celebrate with masks and noisemakers. By drowning out the name of the wicked Haman during the communal reading of the Purim story, by dressing up in funny costumes and being silly, we play with the relationships of laughter and fear of humor and rage. Silliness becomes an unexpected, yet meaningful way to relate to pain and suffering. Many of us who are confronting illness and loss can relate to this "topsy-turvy" experience. We have included some classic jokes (several donated by our friend and comedy maven, Len Belzer), just to bring you some smiles.
From the "eveybodys a doctor" category: "Ladies and gentlemen," the manager of a thriving Yiddish theatre announces, "I am terribly sorry to have to tell you that a great actor, Yankel Leibovitch has just had a fatal stroke in his dressing room, and we cannot go on with tonights performance." A woman in the second balcony immediately jumps up and cries out, "Quick, give him an enema!" "My dear lady," says the manager, "the stroke was fatal!" "So give him an enema!" she shouts, and even more emphatically. "Madam, you dont seem to understand. Yankel Leibovitch is dead. An enema couldnt possibly help." "So, it wouldnt hurt!"
Yearning for the old country: Two immigrants meet on the street in New York. "Hows by you?" asks one. "Could be worse, and you?" "Surviving. But Ive been sick a lot this year and its cost me a fortune. In the past 5 months Ive spent over three hundred dollars on doctors and medicine." "Ach, back home on that kind of money you could have been sick for two years!"
It can be hard to ask a rabbi for help: It was a dark and stormy night, and Goldberg, 87 years old, knew the end was near. "Quick! Call the priest!" he said to his dear Sophie. "Tell him to come right away!" "The priest, Sam? You must be delirious! You mean the rabbi!"
These "Spirituality Notes" are excerpts from our monthly E-newsletter. Articles are © JBFCS Rita J. Kaplan Jewish Connections Programs and may be reprinted free of charge as long as this credit line is included.
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