Friday, December 15, 2017


According to the story I heard, there was a Jewish lady named Mrs. Rosenberg who some years ago tried to get a room at a fashionable hotel on Cape Cod, a place where some businesses excluded Jewish persons. The desk clerk said to her, “Sorry, we’re all booked up.” “But,” she said, “Your sign out front says that you have vacancies.” The clerk stammered a bit and then said rather curtly, “We do not accept Jewish persons. I’ll be glad to suggest another hotel for you.”

Mrs. Rosenberg stiffened noticeably and said, “It may surprise you to know that I have converted to the Christian faith.” The clerk replied, “Oh yeah? Let me give you a little test. What were the circumstances of Jesus’ birth?”

Mrs. Rosenberg said, “He was born in a stable in a village called Bethlehem. His mother was a virgin named Mary.” “Very good,” said the clerk. “Why was he born in a stable?” Mrs. Rosenberg replied rather loudly, “Because a jerk like you wouldn’t give a Jewish lady a room for the night!”