Often jokes revolve around the social practice of the Jewish religion.

A man is rescued from a desert island after 20 years. The news media, amazed at this feat of survival, ask him to show them his home.

“How did you survive?  How did you keep sane?”  they ask him, as he shows them around the small island.

“I had my faith. My faith as a Jew kept me strong.  Come.”

He leads them to a small glen where stands an opulent temple, made entirely from palm fronds, coconut shells, and woven grass.  The news cameras take pictures of everything – even a Torah made from banana leaves and written in octopus ink.

“This took me five years to complete.”

“Amazing! And what did you do for the next 15 years?”

“Come with me.”

He leads them around to the far side of the island. There, in a shady grove, is an even more beautiful temple.

“This one took me 12 years to complete.”

The reporter asked “But sir, why did you build two temples?”

“This is the temple I attend. That other place? Hah! I wouldn’t set foot in that other temple if you paid me!”

Which one do you belong to?