Back to Respect

Twenty-five years ago, there was an established shul that let it be known that they were looking for a new rav. There were many candidates for the one position. According to a source, the eventual winner distinguished himself by starting his Shabbos day sermon with the following anecdote:
A congregation organized a trip to Israel. They all booked tickets on the same flight. Unfortunately, their plane was hijacked. The hijackers chose two people at random to be the first victims. The two chosen were the rabbi and a congregant. The hijacker asked the rabbi for his last request. “Please let me address my congregation for the final time,” the rabbi said. The hijacker turned to the congregant and asked, “And what is your last request?” The congregant replied, “Kill me first.”
Apparently, back in the pre-9/11 days, that joke resonated so well with the crowd that the speaker was chosen as the new rabbi. Along those lines, I once heard the following quip: The last thing that a rabbi wants to do is speak and the last thing a congregation wants is to hear their rabbi speak, yet for some reason they both go through the motions.