So it seems that these four rabbis had a series of theological arguments,
and three were always in accord against the fourth.
One day, the odd
rabbi out, after the usual "3 to 1, majority rules" statement that signified
that he had lost again, decided to appeal to a higher authority.
"Oh,
God!" he cried. "I know in my heart that I am right and they are wrong!
Please give me a sign to prove it to them!"
It was a beautiful, sunny
day. As soon as the rabbi finished his prayer, a storm cloud moved across the
sky above the four. It rumbled once and dissolved. "A sign from God! See, I'm
right, I knew it!" But the other three disagreed, pointing out that storm
clouds form on hot days.
So the rabbi prayed again: "Oh, God, I need a
bigger sign to show that I am right and they are wrong. So please, God, a
bigger sign!" This time four storm clouds appeared, rushed toward each other
to form one big cloud, and a bolt of lightning slammed into a tree on a
nearby hill.
"I told you I was right!" cried the rabbi, but his
friends insisted that nothing had happened that could not be explained by
natural causes.
The rabbi was getting ready to ask for a *very big*
sign, but just as he said, "Oh God...," the sky turned pitch black, the earth
shook, and a deep, booming voice intoned, "HEEEEEEEE'S
RIIIIIIIGHT!"
The rabbi put his hands on his hips, turned to the other
three, and said, "Well?"
"So," shrugged one of the other rabbis, "now
it's 3 to 2."
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