Hi everybody,
This little anecdote happened to us this past Friday.
We had been given the address of a Russian-Jewish family who lived on the sixth floor of a large apartment building. In the elevator, we accidentally pushed the button for the seventh floor. Unaware of our mistake, we got off the elevator and knocked on the last door in the hall. A man sporting a flowing muslim robe and a scraggly beard opened the door.
"Excuse me," Chaim said, "We were looking for Jewish people." We began to retreat when he called us back, "Wait, but my wife is Jewish!" We politely asked to speak to her. He called his wife to the door and to our surprise we saw that she was a middle aged American woman.
In the course of our conversation, she told us that she had been married to a Jewish man for thirty years until he passed away. After that, she lost interest in Judaism and eventually married her current husband. She does not consider herself Muslim but is not involved with the Jewish community anymore. We had a wonderful conversation with both of them, left them some literature and went to prepare for Shabbat.
I hope that there will be a sequel to this story, but that's all for now.
