Dear Community,
There’s a great Jewish joke that I think of every Yom Kippur. I am not sure of its origins and apologise to those who have heard it before..
Shlomi was a devoted golfer - some would say obsessive. He woke up early every morning to drive to the golf course and would play with the same group of his Jewish friends. Rain, hail or shine he was on the golf course.
The morning of Yom Kippur arrived and Shlomi woke up and thought about starting to prepare to go to shule. However, deep inside him he had a yearning to go and play golf. He knew this was wrong and began getting dressed for shule but ultimately decided that a quick 9 holes wouldn’t hurt.
Shlomi sheepishly arrived at the golf course wearing a big hat and sunglasses so no one would recognise him. He teed off on the first, and for the first time in his life, got a hole-in-one. The same happened again at the next hole and the next.
In heaven, an infuriated angel addressed this with God. “Why aren’t you smiting him? He is defiling the holiest day of the year? Instead you are rewarding him with hole-in-one after hole-in-one! How does this make sense?”
God responds with a wry smile and says ”Aha! But who will he tell?”
SEP
