Even as close friends grappled with the temptation [to smoke], I was untroubled, having been immunized by this great teacher of our generation who doubled as a surrogate grandfather for the children of his students.
He did not take the easy path of avoiding any controversial topic or promoting only safe and popular stances.
My father’s favorite toy was his portable Hebrew typewriter. I would fall asleep each night on the living-room sofa of our one-bedroom apartment to the clickety-clack of that machine.
Rav Dovid smiled and asked me, “Are you comparing my father and me to the Rosh and the Tur?”
In 1960, my father started The Jewish Press. It was the fulfillment of a lifelong dream – to launch a newspaper that would teach Torah and be a voice for Jews all over the world.
As I sit now with my book of Tehillim, my mother's words echo loudly in my head. "Pray! Use your ko'ach tefilah and pray!"
Mrs. Davidson always made me feel supremely comfortable, accommodated my peculiar eating habits, and talked to me about school and even politics as if I were 32 rather than 12.
Rav Dovid’s greatest joy in life was learning Torah, and he was a big masmid. Nevertheless, he also possessed a tremendous sense of responsibility for the Jewish community.
Chaim (not his real name), a frum addict in recovery, told The Jewish Press that he'd probably be dead were it not for Rabbi Twerski.
The Jewish People and the State of Israel lost a true giant this week with the passing of Moshe “Moshko” Moskowitz Z”L, who died at the age of 96.
I feel honored to have attended his sermons and lectures. He would weave a tapestry of ideas and words into a poetic bridging of multiple disciplines.
Through decades of leadership, Torah and chesed, there is but a void left in the place of the Rebbe on the dais of gedolei Yisrael.
Over the course of his lifetime, Gordon switched faiths fairly often, and following his imprisonment for his role in the riots, Gordon decided to become Jewish.
Ari was larger than life. His deeds matched his words. His family, defending the Jewish people, teaching Torah and supporting IDF soldiers – that was his world.
Rabbi Lamm was prepared, indeed proud, to be an “intellectual diplomat” who sought to make peace between competing ideas.
Mom…a word I don’t normally utter. So much was embodied in those three letters.
Rabbi Lamm was eminently approachable and made himself available to anyone who needed him.
Faiga Korenblit, who passed away last month at the age of 96, could not actually be described as a “survivor,” but rather a “thriver.”
Not only did he respond to those who reached out to him, he proactively reached out to others in order to help, advise, cajole and simply share his rich experience with a tyro.
Rabbi Malinowitz maximized his time to an amazing extent. Though busy with his kehillah and other tzarchei tzibur, based on the tremendous amount of work he performed, one would think that he devoted every waking moment exclusively to ArtScroll.
To describe Rabbi Henkin by that singular – albeit incredible – accomplishment of advanced Torah study for women would be incomplete, to say the least.
All who knew her benefited from her wisdom. In fact, her wisdom saved thousands of Jewish lives.
There were times when I was carrying out these duties while laden with personal problems that I was able to approach him and ask for a beracha. They always worked.
How could parents providing such a name know that their son would need it to survive life's trials?
Speaking of her feelings for Israel, Irene says, ‘my heart always beats a little faster, and I experience a moment of inner joy, when I land in Lod Airport and feel the ground of Israel under me.’
He once confided to me that the rhetoric and backlash was so intense at the time that he contemplated resigning.
He was among the first in America to have special tefillot for Israel’s Independence Day, but he was simultaneously least inclined to word these prayer along the lines of the arrival of the redemption or the heralding of the messianic era.
For the sake of peace, we are trying to be silent, and peace is very important. But I fear that is not the way you would want us to be.
There was no pressure, no didactics, just a Zeida who was available to share his passion for learning – if we wished.
As Rav Ruderman explained to Professor William Helmreich in a January 1978 interview, “College gives a person parnossah. We find that our boys stay with learning longer this way. They don’t have to kill themselves for a job.