A Jew in Maryland emailed me this joke:
Three Chassidim are talking about their rebbes.
The first Chassid says, “One Shabbos morning on the hottest day of the summer, we were walking with our rebbe to shul and it was so hot and so humid, none of us could take another step. But the Rebbe started to daven, and what do you think? In front of the Rebbe it was hot, and in back of the Rebbe it was hot! To the left of the Rebbe it was hot, and to the right of the Rebbe it was hot! But right where our holy Rebbe was davening, it was cool and pleasant and we all stood close to the Rebbe and walked to shul!”
The second Chassid says, “That’s NOTHING. One Shabbos morning on the coldest day of winter, we were walking with our Rebbe to shul and it was so cold and snowy and icy, none of us could take another step. But the Rebbe started to daven, and what do you think? In front of the Rebbe it was freezing, and in back of the Rebbe it was freezing! To the left of the Rebbe it was freezing, and to the right of the Rebbe it was freezing! But right where our holy Rebbe was davening, it was warm and dry and pleasant and we all stood close to the Rebbe and walked to shul!”
The third Chassid says, “Holy? I’ll tell you HOLY!! One Shabbos morning on a lovely day in springtime we were walking with our Rebbe to shul and it was just delightful. Suddenly, we came across this huge satchel full of cash. We asked the Rebbe, what can we do? This money, it would provide so much tzedakah, it would feed so many poor people and we could use it for all sorts of good. But we can’t carry it! So the Rebbe started to daven, and what do you think? In front of the Rebbe it was Shabbos, and in back of the Rebbe it was Shabbos….”