{"id":199,"date":"2005-08-28T10:39:45","date_gmt":"2005-08-28T15:39:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/homecomers.org\/weblog\/index.php\/the-rabbi-from-congregation-shomer-negiyah\/"},"modified":"2005-08-28T10:39:45","modified_gmt":"2005-08-28T15:39:45","slug":"the-rabbi-of-congregation-shomer-negiah","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/homecomers.org\/weblog\/the-rabbi-of-congregation-shomer-negiah\/","title":{"rendered":"The rabbi of Congregation Shomer Negiah"},"content":{"rendered":"

In my little town, where the local theater is called the Monoplex because it only shows one movie (“The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T<\/a>“), I’ve become good friends with the rabbi at Congregation Shomer Negiah<\/a>, whose synagogue is off the expressway behind a grove of trees. I first heard him playing harmonica in a pick-up bluegrass band at the Dance Hall. That’s what we always call it, though nobody has danced in the Dance Hall since 1951; at least, nobody sober. At first I didn’t know he was an Orthodox rabbi. Then I noticed the yarmulke under his Bob’s Feed Store hat.<\/p>\n

The rabbi was slow in warming up to me. It turned out that he had become a little gun-shy around inquisitive Gentiles, ever since Sid (of Sid’s Crawdad Palace) found out he was Jewish. Sid had been a fan of pro-Israel preachers like John Hagee since way back, and he couldn’t get over the experience of meeting his first real Jew. He immediately began trying to scheme up a promotion that could draw a large portion of the rabbi’s congregation into the Crawdad Palace. First he wanted to host a Shomer Negiah<\/a> Singles Slow Dance. Then he proposed a Yom Kippur<\/a> Banquet. Finally his eyes lit up.<\/p>\n

“This is it, Rabbi, an offer you can’t refuse,” Sid said.<\/p>\n

“So try me,” said the rabbi, polishing his harmonica.<\/p>\n

“Listen to this: a Saturday All The ShellfishYou Can Eat Buffet. Just for your congregation. How about that?”<\/p>\n

“All the shellfish we can eat<\/a>?” asked the rabbi, though he had heard Sid the first time. He was hoping it would sound better the second time.<\/p>\n

“Yeah,” said Sid. “What do you think?”<\/p>\n

The rabbi thought. “Is the price more than a dollar fifty?”<\/p>\n

“A dollar fifty? That’s the price of a soda!”<\/p>\n

“That would be fair. A least we could drink the soda.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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