Tonight it looked like Zanesville in our temple. The Rabbi had a cage under the altar with animals in it. Wild pumpkins and gourds. They will probably get slaughtered by Easter. I expect a big shoot out. Who can kill the wild pumpkin? I hope the Rabbi won't leave the cage open or this stuff will be crawling all over the neighborhood. Dangerous to be approached by a wild pumpkin in the dark. "Hello, can you give me a ride to Jamaica?" I think I would have a heart attack.
We also had a nice baptism. I remember when the Rabbi dunked the little babies into the ice water. We used to add ice cubes to the water. The baptism was more restrained at this temple.
The future saints marched in. All was very exciting and I went to confession. Glorious grace. Afterwards took a new friend out to dinner. Her father had died. More people showed up at the restaurant and announced that the Rabbi was coming. Really? No, false alarm. I guess he went to bed early with a pumpkin. Just a different kind of cat. The Saturday temple service is more appealing to me because it is less noisy and I can go to confession.
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