The community welcomes Ezra

In a ceremony fit for a king, young Ezra was welcomed into the community. The hundred or so onlookers was the most people I had ever seen gathered for a bris. My father (Ezra's great-grandfather) had a beaming smile on his face that was indescribable. My only regret was that I was unable to capture the moment on digital film, being that the ceremony was held on the Sabbath in a strictly orthodox synagogue.

Ezra's father took time in a beautiful speech to explain in detail the reasons for bestowing this name on his first-born son. All in all, I'm glad I decided to spend the weekend in Toronto so that I could attend the ceremony.