Here's a little joke of the priest/rabbi variety that I had not heard before... and believe me, I thought I'd heard them all... that might bring a smile to your face. Consider it a gift that reflects my appreciation of the graces of sitting alongside the tranquil Ottawa River on a beautiful late summer's evening. It was a gift for me.
A Jewish Rabbi and a Catholic Priest met at the town's annual 4th of July picnic. Old friends, they began their usual banter.
"This baked ham is really delicious," the priest teased the rabbi. "You really ought to try it. I know it's against your religion, but I can't understand why such a wonderful food should be forbidden! You don't know what you're missing. You just haven't lived until you've tried Mrs. Hall's prized Virginia Baked Ham. Tell me, Rabbi, when are you going to break down and try it?"
The rabbi looked at the priest with a big grin, and said, "I promise I'll have a taste one day... when we celebrate together at your wedding banquet!"
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