What’s in a Name?

A husband and wife came to the Rabbi at 2am in the morning, the night before the Bris of their new born. They couldn’t agree on the name.

To be sure, each wanted the name Moshe, but she wanted it to be after her father whose name was Moshe, and he wanted the name after his father whose name was also Moshe.

You see, his father Moshe was a well known gambler, an alcoholic, a thief, a schemer, a famous “ganav.” Her father, on the other hand, was a gentle, noble and pious spirit, known for his decency and integrity, his kindness and generosity. Hence the mother of the new born argued that there was no way she would allow her son to be named after her father-in-law… Yet her husband argued, that this after all his father, and he wishes his son to carry his deceased father’s name.

What do you do?

The Rabbi meditated for a long time. Then he gave the verdict: The name which should be given to the child is Moshe.

“After whom?” both parents yelled.

“Well,” the Rabbi said calmly, “for that we will have to wait till the boy grows up. If he is a selfish creep, then we know that he carries the name of his paternal grandfather; if he turns out a mentch, then we know that the name is after his maternal grandfather…

You probably heard about the recent Stanley Morgan survey about safety which concluded that being in a synagogue is the safest place to be.
20% of all fatal accidents occur in automobiles.
17% of all accidents occur in the home.
14% of all accidents involve pedestrians.
16% of all accidents involve travel by air, rail, or water.
32% of all deaths occur in hospitals.
Happily, however, only point .001% of all deaths occur during synagogue services, and these are usually related to previous physical conditions.
Logically, therefore, the safest place for you to be at any given point in time is in synagogue!
So, for safety's sake, attend synagogue more often. It could save your life!
Reluctant to Attend the Shul

On the morning of Rosh Hashanah, Rivka went into the bedroom to wake her son and tell him it was time to get ready to go to the Shul, to which he replied in a dull voice, 'I'm not going.'

'Why not?' Rivka demanded.

'l'll give you two good reasons Mother,' he said. 'One, they don't like me, and two, I don't like them.'

Rivka replied in an exasperated voice, 'I'll give you two good reasons why you must go to the synagogue. 'One, you're 54 years old, and two, you're the Rabbi.'