“What kind of mohel is this?! He needs to read a book about how to do the bris?!”
When the mother of the new baby boy asked if I would say a few words at the upcoming bris of her son, I was overjoyed.
As I’ve known the baby’s mother for many years, even before I became the rabbi of the Ahavas, this was a cause for simchah. I felt a personal connection as a friend and was relieved I could come as such and not as the rabbi.
I was not expecting any kibbud; if time permitted, I would offer divrei brachah.
I arrived at the appointed location, as the bris was taking place in a simchah hall rather than in shul following Shacharis.
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