Once upon a time there was a rabbi who really liked to play golf. One year, on Yom Kippur, he woke up early. He realized that he desperately needed to get in a game of golf before services. And so, as the sun was just rising, he stole off to the golf course. The angels in heaven, who were watching all of this, were terribly upset. They came before God and said, “God! You must stop this! This is a disgrace! It’s the holiest day of the year, and the rabbi is playing a game of golf!? You must do something! Perhaps you could bring on a thunderstorm and ruin his game!” “Relax,” God said. “I’ll take care of it.” The angels watched as the rabbi teed up. The sun was just rising. It was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky. When was God going to act? What was God going to do? The rabbi stepped up to the tee and swung his club and hit the ball solidly. It rose higher and higher and higher. It was a long drive and the ball landed and bounced its way over to the green, where it continu...
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