If you haven’t seen the movie Magnolia
please skip to next week’s Torah portion.
I don’t want to give anything away.
Frogs rain out of the sky. It’s Biblical.
(Or it’s a rare meteorological event that
has never been witnessed by scientists.)
If you haven’t been a five year old in a room with
me (and your teacher) and my guitar during Passover
please make arrangements.
I want you to experience the joy of
imagining frogs in Pharaoh’s underwear.
It had to have happened.
The text tells us they were in his bed.
It’s not just a song lyric. It’s a Biblical fact.
If you haven’t dissected a frog in school
I’m okay with that. But if you did
did you look into its eyes before you
pulled its skin down like pants?
Did you imagine its ancestors
falling out of the sky causing all the havoc?
One frog is cute. Two frogs is a shidduch.
Three frogs is on its way to a situation.
Any more frogs and your amphibian habitat
is rendered useless.
You will not be able to provide enough flies.
Tom Cruise will not be able to help.
It’s time to let the people go.