As if Rabbi Sholom Brodt knew he was passing on

Rebbi Sholom Brodt's legacy was a great one, and as such must be carried on even after his passing.

September 6, 2017 18:30
As if Rabbi Sholom Brodt knew he was passing on

‘“You can call me Sholom, you know,” he would say as a genuine friend with a humility that even he was unaware of.’ (. (photo credit: FACEBOOK)


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The happiest I’ve ever seen Rabbi Sholom Brodt, the Rosh Yeshiva (seminary head) of Simchat Shlomo, was when he asked Pesach Stadlin and me to be the first students in his smicha (rabbinical ordination) program – and we agreed.

We were at Pessy and Ofir Giat’s wedding, sitting at a small table off to the side to make our meeting official. Rav Sholom double-checked, “Yeah? Really? You’re saying yes? You agree?” He stood up smiling and began dancing and clapping. Now that we had agreed, he had two students and could make the smicha program official. My one condition was that my participation would be kept secret and that nobody would know about my smicha. I didn’t want to be called “Rabbi” and I didn’t want anyone to know that I was one, I just wanted the knowledge.


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