Dear Editor and readers,
Several years ago, I moved to Brooklyn from an out of town community for the purpose of shidduchim. As a successful professional, I was wooed by several minyanim who for obvious reasons would want me as a member. After trying the various shuls, I became a member in the one I was most comfortable with: a choshuve baalebatishe shul with several hundred members.
In good times, I contributed generously to the shul. But the economy soured and so did my practice. Subsequently, I came down with an illness which precludes me from coming to shul.
It’s been three months now. No one called to find out how I am or why I don’t come to shul. In my opinion, the silence speaks volumes and I have lost my faith. I no longer wish to be frum.
Mr. Shana U. Piraish
P.S. This is real, not a Purim parody.