“Rabbi, I know you’re wondering why I came here on a random Shabbos”
HE was one of the original baalei teshuvah of the shul a quarter of a century ago. However, Herschel* had moved years ago to the “other side of town,” so our paths rarely crossed these days. Our formerly frequent discussions were replaced with the occasional nod at a weekday Minchah.
I was therefore surprised when Herschel showed up on a recent Shabbos morning. I informed the gabbai of Herschel’s presence, and he received maftir.
After davening, I approached him to assuage my curiosity about his reappearance.
“Rabbi, I know you’re wondering why I came here on a random Shabbos. However, for me, this day is anything but random.”
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