ABSTRACT
A rabbi received a call at 12 a.m. just as she was going to sleep. It was a stormy night. The thunder was so loud that she could barely hear the muffled voice on the other end. “Rabbi, please come to me. I am dying, and I want to see you before I die.” She jotted down the name and address, got dressed, ran out, and, after a long wait in the icy wind, eventually hailed a taxi. When she arrived at the caller’s house, she was shocked to see crosses on the wall. “Why did you call me?” she gasped. “Why didn’t you call a priest?” The person stared at her as if she were an imbecile. “Do you think I’m going to call a priest out in weather like this?”
