Life story: The great debate
Some centuries ago, the Pope ordered that all Jews should leave Italy. Of course there was widespread opposition from the Jewish community, so the Pope decided that there would be a negotiation.
He will debate religion with the leaders of the Jewish community. If the leader of the Jews wins, they will be allowed to stay. If the Pope wins, the Jews will have to go.
The Jewish community meets and chooses an older cleric, Moishe, to represent them in the negotiations. However, Moishe did not speak Latin and the Pope did not speak Yiddish. So they decided the negotiations would take place in silence.
On the day of the negotiations, the Pope and the Moishe clergyman sat facing each other for a minute, then the Pope raised his hand and pointed out three fingers. Moishe looked back and lifted a finger.
Next, the Pope waved his finger around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he was sitting.
The pope brought a sacred cake and a glass of wine. Moishe took out an apple. At that moment, the Pope stood up and said, “I lost this negotiation. The Jews can stay.”
After that, the rabbis gathered around the Pope and asked what had happened. The apostle said, “First I put three fingers up to represent the trinity …
He responds by giving a finger to remind that there is only one common God for both religions. I waved my finger around to let him see that God was around us all. He responds by pointing his finger to the ground to say that God is right here with us.
I take the wine and the bread to say that God counts the sins. He pulled the apple out to remind us of Adam and Eve’s original sin. He answered everything. What else can I do? “
Meanwhile, the Jewish community gathered in a crowd around the Moishe asking what had happened.
“Well,” Moishe said, “first he said to me,” You Jews have three days to get out of here. ” So I immediately told him, ‘It is up to you.’
He told me that the whole city had to clean the Jewish shadows. I told him, “Listen, Pope, the Jews … we’ll be here!”
“And what’s next?” a woman asked.
“Who knows?” Said the missionary Moishe. “We have lunch break.”