Tuesday, August 28, 2007

A Little Jerusalem Story of My Own

While I was at work last week, a friend of mine called. He was going to be in the neighborhood and wanted to drop something off for me.

The building I work in has a wedding hall on the floor below our office. Since my friend was headed to a brit milah—a circumcision ceremony—that would be taking place there shortly, we agreed that this would be a great time to deliver the item. I met him in the hall downstairs, received the item, and prepared to head back upstairs to work.

On impulse I asked, “So who’s the family?” Turns out that they are acquaintances of mine from almost my first days in the country whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. I greeted them and got an invitation to stay for the ceremony and the meal! When I told my employer, he gave his permission.

It was a lovely afternoon. I got to see several old friends and greet a new baby, too!

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