 There's a standing joke among Jewish people. It goes way back. First time I ever heard it was in London in the theater watching Fiddler on the Roof, and it was a line by Tevye that really broke us up. They say, Lord, I know we are the chosen people, but next time, dear God, please choose someone else. All this came to my mind when I was considering my two questions. To what do we owe our greatness as a people?