Rav Shmuel Yaakov Weinberg zt”l, On His Yahrtzeit, Today, 17 Tammuz


rav-yaakov-weinbergBy Rabbi Emanuel Feldman

I first met my mechutan, Rav Yaakov Weinberg, long before he was the famous Rav Yaakov. I was a boy of 15, and he was a few years older. I had come from Baltimore to Mesivta Rabbi Chaim Berlin in New York for a year of high school, and Rav Hutner, the Rosh Hayeshiva, had assigned the young Yaakov Weinberg to be my mentor for a short while. Neither of us had any idea, of course, that many years later, he would become the husband of Chana Ruderman and ultimately the Rosh Hayeshiva of Ner Israel in Baltimore, and that I would become rabbi in Atlanta. And of course, the thought that some day our children would be married to one another, and that we would become mechutanim, could not have entered our minds.

It is from the perspective of a mechutan that I write these lines in his memory.

Who was Rav Yaakov Weinberg? That is not a question easily addressed, for his was a complex and variegated persona. What the world saw was a tall, handsome, articulate Rosh Yeshiva, pious and scholarly, possessed of an incisive mind, a mastery of the Written and Oral Torah, and a unique ability to inspire and uplift his disciples.

He was all these, but he was much more. This prodigious intellect, who was a ease in the company of the great minds of his generation, was also at ease in the company of little children. He was able to switch gears from the most complex and subtle Talmudic discussions to the telling of stories to his grandchildren – and to excel both in the role of world class Torah teacher and world class zeide. He had the rare ability to get down on the floor with his grandchildren, putting his mellifluous voice to good use as he dramatized the bedtime stories – and doing it all in a totally unselfconscious way. When he was with the children, he was not playing the role of I-am-the-famous-rosh-yeshiva-now-playing-with-his-grandchildren; rather, he was being himself – natural and unpretentious. When he played games with them, he was not playing games about himself; he was simply being himself.

This is what I most cherish about him: his unpretentiousness, his refusal to pose. Here was a man who was genuine and unadorned. His distinctive feature was honesty – with others and, even more difficult – with himself. Gaavah, conceit, ego, flatter, and artificiality were not part of his lexicon. His ability to play with his grandchildren was not just a charming trait; it was a manifestation of a personality that had no admixture of self-importance or artificiality.

This genuineness suffused everything he did. Just as his self disappeared when he was teaching a complicated gemara, so did his self disappear when he spoke with the numerous individuals who came to him for advice and counsel about their personal problems. His was a life in search of the emes – the truth – that lay imbedded in the text, whether that text was part of the Torah or part of the people – young and old – with whom he had contact.

He was gentle and sympathetic by nature, but he was intolerant of shoddy thinking. He was an understanding and kind human being, but his was a lifelong struggle against intellectual laziness and religious shallowness. Emes was the key to his life.

Little children know emes instinctively. It is only later, as they mature, that their instinctive emes becomes diluted. When I would see the joy in Rav Yaakov’s eyes as he played with his grandchildren, it occurred to me that perhaps what most invigorated him about them was their instinctive emes, their lack of guile and cunning, their transparency and straightforwardness. He identified with these qualities, because they were a reflection on his own essential being

Yehi zichro baruch.

Rebbi’s Awe-Inspiring Legacy

by Rabbi Moshe Hauer

“What is the way that will lead to the love and the fear of G-d? When a person contemplates His great and wondrous works and creatures and from them obtains a glimpse of His incomparable and infinite wisdom, he will straightway love, praise and glorify Him, and long with an intense longing to know His great Name…. And when he ponders these matters, he will recoil frightened, realizing that he is a small creature, lowly and obscure, endowed with slight intelligence, standing in the presence of Him who is perfect in knowledge.” (Rambam: Foundational Principles of Torah, 2:2)

This passage in the Rambam expresses the essential tension within our service of G-d. On the one hand, our awareness of G-d draws us passionately towards Him, as we seek to absorb whatever we can of His wisdom, and to deepen our connection to him through better understanding of the brilliance of His Torah. Yet simultaneously, we struggle with the overwhelming sense of fear and humility created by our deepened awareness of His magnificent presence. On the one hand we are drawn towards Him; on the other we recoil and stand back.

It is this tension that characterized my Rebbe, Harav Yaakov Weinberg, zt”l. Rebbe was absolutely brilliant and incredibly wise, and did not allow a learning session to pass without uncovering broad and deep Torah insights. His incredible passion for learning and thirst for knowledge were a living example of that “intense longing to know [G-d’s] great Name.” Yet even more profoundly and strikingly, Rebbe’s every step and thought were saturated with an awareness of G-d’s greatness, and filled with yiras Shamayim, fear of Heaven. Never have I seen anyone remotely approach his natural strength in maintaining a fear of G-d that exceeded by far his fear of man. And it is this aspect of his character and system of values that he most wanted to impart to others.

As young men in the Kollel Avodas Levi at Ner Israel, my peers and I often discussed with our Rebbe our future responsibilities as teachers of Torah. I vividly recall a particular occasion when the Rosh Yeshiva was asked about triage in teaching Torah: If we were to have one hour available per week to study with someone, how should we decide which of our students or congregants to spend it with? The Rosh Yeshiva’s response was confident and immediate: “Yiras Shamayim, fear of Heaven. You must evaluate which of your students is most likely to develop the greatest depth of fear of Heaven, and it is to that student that you must devote your energies.”

“In the end, after considering everything: Fear G-d and do His commandments, for that is what man is all about.” (Koheles 12:13)

Rebbe loved beauty and brilliance; he valued greatly wisdom, vision, and commitment. But the ultimate consideration, the measure of every student and every teacher, was, and is, yiras Shamayim, fear of Heaven. For that is what man is all about. Indeed, that was what this great man was all about. May his merit protect us and all of Israel.

Rabbi Weinberg, zt”l: An Inspiration

by Rabbi Moshe Brown

Rabbi Shmuel Yaakov Weinberg, zt”l, was an inspiration to me, and to everyone, in the sense that he was so religious in such a profound way. He was both profoundly religious and profoundly selfless. He was totally focused on his life’s mission, which was to serve as an ambassador for the honor of G-d. So, whatever he had to do – whether learning with someone at any time of day or night, or traveling to California at the drop of hat because someone needed him – he was willing to do it without the slightest concern for his own personal well being.

This attitude of selflessness was reflected in his learning as well, in how willing he was to reconsider his understanding of an inyan when a student asked a question on it. He was able to reverse his understanding, held for many decades; he did not persist in the same way just because he had assumed it to be true all that time. This emanated naturally from Rabbi Weinberg, because he was interested in truth, and in G-d’s will being implemented in the world.

I started studying with him after I was married, about 33 years ago. I was initially taken by the depth of his understanding and the penetrating insights with which he understood both learning and life. I learned with him about 10 years. Now, since his petira, I find that whenever a situation arises in my life, and I deliberate over what is the right thing to do, my first approach is to ask myself, “What would Rabbi Weinberg say?” Whether it is the proper perspective on an event that took place or on a subject I’m learning, I try to determine what his perspective would be – because it was always a very novel and a very fresh insight that he had.


by Yehuda Weisbord

When I think of my grandfather Rabbi Yaakov Weinberg, zt”l, there are so many things that come to mind. His character traits, my childhood memories, conversations we had, concepts he taught – all intertwine to form the sense that I have of him. I don’t have a picture of him; a picture is limited to visual stimuli. Rather, I have a nebulous feeling, a “sense” I get when I think of him. It combines all these ways in which we related, and inevitably, it evokes a warm feeling in me. In fact, this warmth is primary in my memory; because, first and foremost, I was always aware that Zeide loved his grandchildren. That was what I knew as a young child, before I could begin to understand his wisdom, his Torah learning, his yiras Shamayim, or his devotion to the klal. And that is what was always present in every interaction that we had until the very end.

I remember how he was completely unself-conscious about this love. He, together with Bubby, ybcl”c, used to take me and my siblings or cousins on trips in the summer. I remember him meeting a talmid (student) in a park, and I noticed that he was just as comfortable as if they were in yeshiva. He did not feel that it was beneath his dignity to be taking us on those trips.

I remember the barbecues he and Bubby would make in the summer, in the house on Fallstaff Road. I remember the love in his expression when he gave us a Chanukah or birthday gift. I remember the patience he exhibited when he had to explain a mishna to me yet again, when I couldn’t quite get something.

I also remember how this love wasn’t limited to me or even to the rest of our family. I remember the warmth with which he greeted anyone who came to speak to him, and especially a talmid whom he hadn’t seen in a while. I remember the concern he had for the tzibur. Once, we were about to go somewhere – he was literally walking out the door ­- when the phone rang. He went back into the house and answered it, saying that maybe it was someone with a sheila. I remember the tza’ar (grief) in his voice when he heard bad news about another Yid. I have seen and heard numerous stories about how he was able to comfort people in their times of distress, simply because of the depth of warmth he communicated by his presence, his voice, and his words.

The next thing that comes to mind when I think of Zeide is his incredible way of thinking. Obviously there are talmidim more fit than I to discuss this, but as I was growing up, it gave me a tremendous sense of trust. I knew that he knew what he was doing, and that he would always make sense. I learned in many yeshivos over the years, and had many excellent rebbeim. Some them had stances on issues that did not fit in with the ideas I had heard at home. Inevitably, I always came back to this fact: Zeide made sense. He always had a unique approach, but it was always completely, solidly grounded. In fact, he himself would distinguish between what part of a thought he held was absolutely true, and what part was conjecture.

It was this completely uncompromising and utterly reliable logic that was the basis for his life. I remember him often being critical of various translations of davening or of the Torah. Many people didn’t understand why he made such a big deal out of it, but to me it made perfect sense. He based his life on his understanding of the Torah. He wasn’t frum simply because he was brought up frum. He was frum because of his understanding of the mesorah of Torah. That’s why he couldn’t bear to see anything misrepresented or misunderstood, because if Torah was distorted, then the basis for life wasn’t the same. His learning wasn’t theoretical – it was reality. I remember many occasions where he paskened (ruled on) a shaila and explained to me later that it was based on the unique way he learned a particular sugya. His lomdus (learning) wasn’t theoretical either. He lived by his understanding.

I was fortunate to spend a number of years hearing his shmuessen, shiurim, and chaburos in yeshiva. Only after his petira (passing) did I fully realize the degree to which my ideas were shaped by his teachings. Countless times, in chaburos that I was giving, his ideas came up. I find myself quoting him regularly, even now, five years since his petira. I have accepted as given so many concepts that I heard him repeat over the years. I enjoyed hearing him explain things in different contexts, to different people, simply to hear the clarity of his thoughts, and to deepen the understanding that I already had. I am grateful for the time I had with him after chaburos, or driving him places, to be able to ask and clarify ideas that I didn’t grasp. It was so wonderful to be able to turn to him with personal questions of what I should do or where I should go, and to know that his answer would give me the confidence to follow a given path.

I miss Zeide. But I know that I carry parts of him inside of me, because he has shaped me in so many wonderful ways. Most of all, I carry his love, which gives me the confidence to keep moving forward. And I carry the sense I have of him, which is both a comfort and a guide. I strive for some degree of his pashtus (simplicity), of his ability to separate the important from the trivial, and of his avdus to Hashem. With his zechus, may we all merit continued growth and the coming of the Mashiach, bb”a.

A Tribute to Our Rebbe, Our Spiritual Father, Rav Shmuel Yaakov Weinberg, zt’l

by Robin Ely and Dennis Berman

It is said that a parent brings one into olam hazeh (this world), and a rebbe brings one into olam haba (the next world). It is also said that he who teaches one Torah is as if he had given birth to him. This is why we say that Rav Yaakov, as we affectionately called him, was, and is, our rebbe and our spiritual father. He found the two of us to be products of a generally assimilated background, and yet searching for our roots, eager to find a spiritual mentor who could relate to us, understand and respect our achievements in the secular world, and engage with us at a level commensurate with our intellectual and emotional capabilities. Prior to meeting Rav Yaakov, we had spoken with numerous rabbis of various leanings, and had not found the teacher we were seeking. After our initial meeting with Rav Yaakov, it was clear to us that we had met a most extraordinary individual, and although we knew virtually nothing of Torah in those days, it was patently clear to us that he was a man of tremendous learning. Over the ensuing 20 years, we would discover that he was a gadol of incredible magnitude in learning and in application. He had an incredible sense of people and a depth of feeling and sensitivity that touched the lives of thousands of people worldwide.

In the last 20 years, we have faced numerous serious challenges in our lives. In every case, Rav Yaakov was there for us in every possible way; as a guide in terms of halacha, as an enormous emotional support, spurring us on to grow with every challenge, to push ourselves in learning, in taking on mitzvot, in educating our children in Torah, in dealing with our family and professional “baal teshuva” issues. When the time and finances were in place, he encouraged us to purchase a home in Israel, and he told us that this would be one of the greatest actions that we could take to develop our family’s connection to Torah, to Israel, and to klal Yisrael, all of which have been borne out to every possible extent.

He gave us the halachic guidelines and hashkafic points of view regarding tsedaka that have formed the bedrock and bulwark for our activities in this realm.

He helped us through numerous issues of chinuch with our children. Demonstrating an ability to relate to each child, he taught us very well the dictum of “educate the child according to his way, and he will not depart from the path.”

All of the above speaks to Rav Yaakov as “rebbe.” As for the aspect of “spiritual father,” he was kind and warm; he had the most incredible twinkly eyes, and a warm, sweet, and ready smile. He was an “ish emes,” a man of truth, both as rebbe and as “father.” If he thought we were off in our thinking, he did not hesitate to say so, but always in a kind way. He also had a wonderful sense of humor. He loved to laugh, and he liked to hear us laugh. Even though he had herculean responsibilities, he was able to take pleasure in the small things. He judged himself more stringently than he judged others. He hated keeping people waiting, including his students. He always made himself available to others in every possible way, large and small.

As father and rebbe, he loved, loved, loved! to tell stories! He was a real maggid; he loved to use drama and change his voice for the effect that he could have on his listeners. He was fascinated by human nature and enjoyed sharing his observations about the greatness and the foibles of mankind in their search for G-d. He spanned the Old World and the new one in terms of his experience, breadth of knowledge, and openness to ideas. A tremendous admirer of Rambam, he also appreciated how crucial knowledge of the natural world is to the appreciation of the Creator. He was not afraid to encourage people to engage in such studies, understanding that greater knowledge could add to yirat (awe of) and ahavat (love of) Hashem (G-d). Yet it was always completely clear that Torah  must be the framework for any other study, the absolute Truth that is the reality through which everything else must be viewed.

These words begin to express what our rebbe was and is to us. To say that we were blessed beyond measure to have had him in our lives for 20 years is no exaggeration. To say that we have missed him so much since his passing does not begin to address our sense of loss. Yet we feel his presence in our lives – both in the spiritual sense and in the sense of what we gained from our years of relating to him, since there is not one day in our lives, or the lives of our children which is not affected by our rebbe. He is present in every bracha that we make, in every word of lashon hara that we don’t utter, in every discussion of all things Jewish, in our choices of where we go and where we don’t go, in our communal endeavors, and in our individual journeys in learning, middot, and devekut Hashem.

This is what it is to have a rebbe, a spiritual father.

The Power of Pickled Tomatoes

by R. M. Grossblatt

It is impossible to say enough about Rabbi Shmuel Yaakov Weinberg. He was a gifted scholar and mentor for many. He answered questions day and night, comforted those in need, and invoked the name of God at gatherings all over the world.

At his funeral, one speaker after another praised his unselfish service. I agreed with every word I heard that somber day on the campus of Ner Israel Rabbinical College in Baltimore. Then one of his students said something that confused me.

“He never asked anything of us,” he said, “because he didn’t need anything.”

What about the pickled tomatoes, I thought.

Seven years ago, Rabbi Weinberg was visiting his family for a simcha in Atlanta. On Friday afternoon, I came to the house where he was staying and asked his daughter, my dear friend, “Do you need anything for Shabbos?”

“No, thank you,” she replied. “We have everything.”

Then I asked another family member.

She also shook her head. “Thanks anyway.”

I started walking toward the door when I heard a low, deep voice that stopped me. “You can get me something.”

I turned around and realized that the Rosh Yeshiva of Ner Israel, Rabbi Weinberg, was asking me to buy him something for Shabbos. I could hardly believe it.

“Of course!” I said, trembling with excitement. “What would the Rosh Yeshiva like?”

“You can get me pickled tomatoes.”

“Pickled tomatoes?” I repeated. “Anything else?”

“Just pickled tomatoes,” he said and smiled.

Hurriedly, I left the house, got in my car, and floated to the supermarket. I was on an errand for Rabbi Yaakov Weinberg, a man who was respected not only in Baltimore and Atlanta but all over the world. And I was going to help make his Shabbos special by providing the pickled tomatoes.

After I picked out the most expensive kosher pickled tomatoes I could find, I rushed back to the house to fulfill the rabbi’s request. For a rabbi like this, I bought not one, but two jars of pickled tomatoes and left them at the door. During the next few years, each time Rabbi Weinberg was in Atlanta, or I was in Baltimore, I tried to deliver two jars of what I thought must be his favorite food.

Once when I was out of town, I sent my oldest son. When Rabbi Weinberg opened the door and saw my son standing there clutching two jars of pickled tomatoes, he laughed loudly.

Laughter and joy were a big part of the Rabbi Weinberg’s demeanor, especially at the end of a serious conversation. He’d always lift his voice and practically sing out a blessing over the phone. I had many serious phone conversations over the years, as Rabbi Weinberg and I developed a relationship, partly due to the pickled tomatoes.

Then Rabbi Weinberg got sick. I bought several get-well cards, but every time I read them at home, I decided not to mail them. Finally, I realized that an ordinary get-well card wasn’t appropriate for a beyond-ordinary rabbi. But I wanted him to know that I cared. So I called a good friend in Baltimore who delivered two jars of pickled tomatoes from me to my rabbi – for the very last time.

Four years ago, as his first yartzeit was approaching, I thought about his funeral and the student’s comment that Rabbi Weinberg never asked for anything. Why had he asked me for the pickled tomatoes?

I recreated the scene in my mind from years before: visiting my friend, Rabbi Weinberg’s daughter, on Friday afternoon, hoping that she might need some help for Shabbos. But she didn’t; neither did anyone else. Rabbi Weinberg asked for pickled tomatoes.

Now I understood. He didn’t need them. I was the one who needed something.

Rabbi Weinberg, in his wisdom, sensed that I needed to be needed. So in the middle of a family gathering, he reached out to help a fellow Jew.

Did Rabbi Weinberg really enjoy pickled tomatoes on Shabbos? I’ll never know. What I do know is that this rabbi was more special than I realized. As the student said at the funeral, he never wanted anything for himself, only for the Jewish people.

Rabbi Yaakov Weinberg answered our questions, strengthened our belief in God, and made us feel needed. May his memory be for a blessing.

The Rebbe Muvhak: Appreciating Rav Yaakov Weinberg, ztl  on His Yahrzeit

By Rabbi Boruch Leff

The 17th of Tamuz has been a day of tragedy for Klal Yisrael for almost two thousand years as we mourn the entry of Titus and his wicked Roman army breaking through the walls of Yerushalayim on their way to destroy the Beis HaMikdash.

15 years ago, this national fast day became an additional day of mourning for all of the thousands of talmidim of Rav Yaakov Weinberg, Rosh HaYeshiva of Ner Yisrael Baltimore, with his petira on Shiva Asar B’Tamuz.

Allow me now to offer a glimpse into some of the greatness I saw in Rav Yaakov Weinberg, ztl, Rosh Hayeshiva of Yeshivas Ner Yisrael Baltimore, and what attracted me, and thousands of others, to become talmidim.

What made our Rosh HaYeshiva so special and unique? Why were we so enamored with every shiur, shmues, and chabura?

Was it his mastery of the Rambam? Was it his bekius and amkus in all aspects of learning? Was it his penetrating explanations of Chazal? Was it his involvement in helping to soothe and solve hundreds of tzaros within Klal Yisrael? Was it his remarkable ability to listen to us with all our problems? Was it his astute and solid advice concerning the gamut of issues we faced? Was it his beautiful smile and sever panim yafos for all people? Was it his way of making us feel like a million dollars when we told him a pshat he liked and he responded with ‘gorgeous’?

Why did we hang on his every word? And if we missed a shiur or shmues, why did we hunt down someone who was there to tell it to us? Was it his genius on any and all subjects? As Rav Sheftel Neuberger once remarked, “I have never had a discussion with the Rosh HaYeshiva about any topic from the Rambam or Rashba to current events which did not result in my walking away with some new way of looking at the matter—an outlook I never would have dreamed of, but found to be so correct.”

Was it the remarkable way that the Rosh HaYeshiva davened? Was it his expression of koved rosh in the reality of standing before ‘Kavayachol’ as he put it? Remember the inspirational way he stood and bowed during Shemoneh Esrai? Was it his special Elul shmuesen which prepared us so well for the Yomim Noraim? Was it the fact that he was the man who could answer any question? How many question and answer sessions did he conduct super-successfully without ever having foreknowledge of any of the questions?

We could go on and on.

Although all of the above qualities contributed greatly to making the Rosh HaYeshiva the gadol that he was, there was another virtue that made him such an appealing rebbe and gadol. To me, this factor is the most significant facet to his gadlus. It is an aspect that is difficult to describe to those who never felt it. Yet it is a basic element that others have articulated and that I sensed as well.

When we learned from the Rosh HaYeshiva, when we heard him speak in learning, give a shiur, say a chabura, we weren’t just learning–we were experiencing reality. The Torah was so real to the Rosh HaYeshiva; the only reality that mattered. And he gave this sense and feeling over to his talmidim. To hear him speak of the Ribbono Shel Olam was to know the Ribbono Shel Olam exists. To hear him describe olam habah, ruchniyus, din, rachamim, and all concepts in hashkafa was to recognize the reality of these ideas with certainty. Giving lip service to a concept was not in his lexicon.

The Rosh HaYeshiva didn’t just teach Torah; he lived the insight as he was discussing them. You didn’t just understand the compelling logic being presented; you fully experienced it. It was the closest experience to Sinai that we could feel. No one who heard the voice of Hashem at Sinai had to prove anything to himself; it was actual. No one who learned Torah from the Rosh HaYeshiva could walk away without fully sensing the concept he had developed. Whether examining a gemara, penetrating the meaning of a Rambam or commenting on the tribulations of modern life, his clarity and reality were both mesmerizing and unassailable.

Because the Rosh HaYeshiva was so real with Torah, he always looked at the pasuk, Chazal, Rambam, passage of a Rishon and the like with freshness and dynamism. It was never an exercise in saying over his ‘old’ Torah. He demanded from himself and from his talmidim a responsibility to say a pshat that was compelling based on logic, truth and a dedication to fitting the words as they were; not a manipulation of the text. He made sure we used our heads, we thought for ourselves and we didn’t just accept things that didn’t make sense. One of his favorite expressions was 2 plus 2 never equals five. Torah is real. You can’t just say a ‘vort’ or a drasha. You need to explain with an achrayus befitting the reality and truth of Torah.

This is why his Torah was so undeniably genuine. To hear his analyses was to touch the very truth of the matter.  Yes he was a brilliant genius but he also followed a straight logical pattern and flow that his talmidim could try to emulate.

Rav Yaakov encouraged his talmidim to internalize and think deeply about the Torah they were learning. One of the greatest compliments Rav Yaakov would give to a bochur, often given when a prospective shidduch was suggested and Rav Yaakov was called for his opinion, was that the bochur was not a chamor nosei seforim, a donkey carrying books. The books are bodily attached to the donkey, but there is no real relationship to them. This common phrase is surprisingly not a Chazal but was formulated and used by the Chovos HaLevovos. The meaning is that it is not enough to learn Torah and know what the seforim and holy books say. One has to think for oneself and make the Torah truly his through deep comprehension and growth.

Rav Yaakov Weinberg demanded that his students truly think about sugyos in Torah for themselves and refused to allow anyone to be satisfied with himself merely because he could repeat what someone else said. Rav Yaakov was able to differentiate between talmidim who were merely ‘saying over’ someone else’s Torah without making it their own and those who quoted Torah from others but who clearly made it a part of them with their own thinking, analysis, and understanding.

Rav Sheftel Neuberger, shlita, current menahel of Yeshivas Ner Yisrael, once described the greatness of Rav Yaakov in that you could never discuss a Torah subject, or really any subject, with him and fail to walk away with a totally new perspective on the issue than with what you had entered the discussion. Rav Yaakov always had some new angle on any subject. This was because he himself lived as he preached. Think about issues for yourself. Learn from your rebbeim and learn well but make sure you make the Torah yours. Truly think through all the issues on your own and never merely become a walking encyclopedia, a chamor nosei seforim.

Often, talmidim would relate chiddushim of their own to Rav Yaakov and would gage his reaction to see if he thought what they were saying had any truth to it, being part of Toras Emes. When Rav Yaakov responded with the word, “Gorgeous” you knew that he really liked the pshat. We talmidim often wondered at the choice of the word ‘gorgeous’ to describe a nice explanation of Torah since that word is not usually utilized to compliment an intellectual concept but rather to praise physical beauty. But to Rav Yaakov, the Torah was so real, the only reality that mattered in his life that beauty and being ‘gorgeous’ in Torah was as actual to him as anything beautiful in the material world.

When the gemara and halacha discuss the halachos of showing special respect to one’s rebbe muvhak, one’s special and distinct rebbe, what are the qualifications for such a title? Rav Yaakov would always quote the Avnei Nezer who points out that the gemara’s definition of rebbe muvhak is a rebbe from whom you have learned most of your Torah. However, with the advent of the mass printing and distribution of seforim, no one can truly say that they have learned most of their Torah from any rebbe. Rather, we learn most of our Torah from seforim. Even when we listen to shiurim, most of the Torah taught in a shiur is also from the sefer. How then do we have the role of a rebbe muvhak in our day and age? The Avnei Nezer explains that a rebbe muvhak today is one who teaches you how to learn, how to think through a sugya and a halacha, how to analyze and internalize the information gleaned from all of the seforim we learn.

This is what Rav Yaakov would always quote and this is what Rav Yaakov always provided for his talmidim.  He taught us how to think, inspired us to think, so that we could try to think like him. To be a talmid was to feel that you could do that, too; you could find the real truth. All you had to do was to accurately read and translate the sentence.  I once asked Rav Yochanan Zweig in what way is the Rosh HaYeshiva his rebbe? Rav Zweig rarely quotes Rav Weinberg and usually talmidim quote their rebbe very often. Rav Zweig’s quick response: “He taught me how to think.”

Rav Weinberg’s real and honest approach necessitated the fact that we never knew what the Rosh HaYeshiva’s shita on a given topic would be. He never just told you the ‘party line patented’ answer on a subject or issue. Talmidim would come to him sure he’d say one thing and walk away with a totally different and unique opinion rooted in Torah and logic.

We talmidim need to try to live this legacy of the Rosh HaYeshiva. A closing personal story relevant to maintaining this legacy may help to inspire us.

Some years ago, Rav Weinberg felt that I was ready to leave the yeshiva in order to join the Cincinnati Community Kollel. He was trying to impress upon me the importance of teaching and doing outreach. Every few days he would call me into his office to discuss it. I was not thrilled with Rav Weinberg’s plans but found it difficult to express my reasons why.

Finally, the Rosh HaYeshiva pressed me, “Don’t you realize that you need to do it for the good of the Jewish People? We need Torah teachers to go out to small towns to help and inspire Jews!”

With tears in my eyes, I found the strength to finally say what I had wanted to say throughout these weeks. “Rebbe, I learn such an enormous amount from you each and every day that I can’t bear to leave you!”

The Rosh HaYeshiva replied without batting an eyelash. “Don’t you know that having a Rebbe doesn’t mean staying close to the Rebbe your entire life? It means taking the Rebbe and his guidance and insight with you wherever you go. Your entire life will be lived with your Rebbe by your side. You will think of the wisdom he provided and utilize and apply it throughout your life. Having a Rebbe means taking him with you!”

Rosh HaYeshiva, we will try to take you and your wisdom with us wherever we go.

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