The Convert (humor)

Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a king who had
a Jewish advisor. The king relied so much on the wisdom of his
Jewish advisor that one day he decided to elevate him to head
advisor. After it was announced, the other advisors objected.
After all, it was bad enough just to sit in counsel with a Jew.
But to allow one to 'Lord it over them,' was just too much to bear.

Being a compassionate ruler, the King agreed with them, and ordered
the Jew to convert. What could the Jew do? One had to obey the King,
and so he did. As soon as the act was done, the Jew felt great
remorse for this terrible decision. As days became weeks, his remorse
turned to despondency, and as months passed, his mental depression
took its toll on his physical health. He became weaker and weaker.
Finally he could stand it no longer. His mind was made up. He burst
in on the king and cried, "I was born a Jew and a Jew I must die.
Do what you want with me, but I can no longer deny my faith."

The King was very surprised. He had no idea that the Jew felt so
strongly about it. "Well, if that is how you feel," he said, "then
the other advisors will just have to learn to live with it.
Your counsel is much too important to me to do without.
Go and be a Jew again" he said.

The Jew felt elated. He hurried back home to tell the good news
to his family. He felt the strength surge back into his body as
he ran. Finally, he burst into the house and called out to his wife.
"Rifka, Rifka, we can be Jews again, we can be Jews again."
His wife GLARED back at him angrily and said, "You couldn't wait
until after Passover?"