As I awoke this morning I was thrilled. I was going to be the sandak for a couple celebrating the bris of their first child — after being married for six years.
They’d traveled a long and arduous path to arrive at this day. They didn’t marry young and even after finding each other they struggled through years of infertility and disappointments. If there was one feeling that filled me this morning it was a sense of the benevolence and the compassion of He who rules all. All the tefillos and tears that had poured from hearts and eyes beseeching and begging Hashem had found their mark. He who “runs the show” had orchestrated a miracle.
At the bris I spoke of the need for all of us to recognize and internalize that. “He and He alone runs the show and He and He alone decides where and when the actors on His stage will perform.”
As I was leaving the bris the mohel reminded me that since I’d been sandak it was a private Yom Tov for me and I shouldn’t say tachanun at Minchah.
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